At the cherry tree with flower

I have yet to write a poem but here's what I got:
Under a cherry tree I lay,
As the blossoms dance in the wind,
I ponder for my true love,
When will he return?
I go twirling and whirling in the sunlight,
Waiting for his return.
And so I wait for him to come back with one single red rose.
He will be with me and finally.