A misconstrued love letter

My heart seeps for you and yearns for you, no matter how much you squeeze only the pain out. I still remain. I am a bird flying free and you are my oak tree standing firm and still. Although I fly free I know you are always there to provide me with shelter and safety. Forever is not promised but you are my temporary forever. No matter where I am my heart remains in your palm.. in your control and part of me loves it but it scares me. I am like a budding rose getting ready to bloom but if I am not nurtured and cared for, I will surely die within time. Flowers feel but but they are silent and I am screaming out to you but you can not hear me. Still I remain and you will always be my oak tree ready for me to settle.