My sappy love poem

My first attempt at any sort of poetry:


The branches of the willow,
Spread out like a fountain,
Sway gently in the breeze.

I sit under it, and contemplate
The sky above, the grass below, so serene.
And I think of you.

You, who seem so flippant,
So detached and unconcerned,
You who make me turbulent inside.

Will I ever be able to break
Throught that wall of unconcern,
Which slogan is "What will be will be"?

My greatest fear is that i don't
And in that case you won't
Ever realize that i ever cared for you.