Stay. Will you be a penny glued to the sidewalk?

Can a leaf blowing away in the wind be a true metaphor
For the way you love me?

I wonder if your eyes will change and no longer see me as
The girl you see me as now?

I am scared. Terrified. Worried. I think, maybe, that you
Will change too much. That you will be a different person.
You already are. You're not the nervous boy I fell in love with,
But I love you now more than ever.

I just hope you can say the same for me.