Romantic poem 10

I know I will pain you
I want to die among the nature
I will miss you
I have no luck for nothing
So I recall my thoughts
Walking in the forest
Writting neaby a 300 year old tree
I guess he has seen many things
He grew up in a parc I know
I feel comfort under it
He probably met peole of the 19th century
And met the arabian prince
Who gave him a ceadar as neighbor
He also have seen maybe parties in the manor nearby
And the beautifull dresses of these Madams

He will also see my tears in a warm day of spring
How my heart weighth and aches
He will see my writting
The only thing that let me live
And one day someone else will enjoy his presence
Because I won't be there
I will be free