The lily and violet

Hold close, don't move away.
These winds are bound to stay.
As leaves fall, shrubbery dies.
Amidst the truth, individual lies.
Unmount, bit by bit.
Building blocks that move too quick.
A lily, amidst violet few.
I play with the sun,
And dance with the dew.
Until winds come and tear me away.
Wherever I may try to stay.
A daunting threat to the beauty of me,
Marrs love and death to be.
I am your own so treat me so.
O violets, in strong winds
Don't let me go.