A little love poem

November is on its way I can feel the breeze change And the leaves on the trees have All begun to fade Thinking back to when I was still with you Things just arent the same But then again for the first time in a long time I can finally say Im doing okay I dream of forests of green Where the air is pure and the land is free But storms of white overtake the nights and I am left frozen in fear Believe me I regret my wish to escape I wasnt thinking clearly and In reality I only needed you near me But of course That wouldnt happen for several more years... Now no matter how fortunate I am to have held you close I find myself walking a tightrope of love and hate for all my past mistakes and hopes My darling, my dear... I would write a thousand poems just to know I told you even a fraction of how you make me feel I could spend eternity grasping at words from every language and searching for inspiration in every place to make the perfect creation that is you I would wrip the heavens from the stars and tear all of hell apart to show you how far Im willing to go for you There is nothing I wouldnt be willing to follow you into and I only hope you feel the same You are my everything My intimus, my infinity