Door to my heart

Do not return the letter to me again,
my heart is already full of them.
It looks like an ordinary piece of paper, to you,
but I wrote it for a gem.

My heart falls like leaves during the autumn
when you are not around me.
Often, I carve all my emotions on them
and just let it be free.

I have no clue, how it always ends up
in the lavender garden where you live.
Oh Goddess of spring, I only have
eyes full of stars - not much to give.

I know it's hard for you to walk
on my words, and you want to depart.
My dear, at least read it, it's not just a poem;
it's the only door to my heart.