I writing to you because it's an art form,

That disappeared long ago.

To open up doors my words often fail.

If today was November preparing for snow,

I would be that much closer,

To where you need me to be.

For life is a union of souls,

In which I've found in you.

To pour out all my lack of wisdom.

It was clear that you were needed,

To strengthen who I am,

It was clear that you were needed,

To break who I am.

I love you with all my heart,

Even when I'm not myself,

I can't stand a minute,

When we are apart,

I close my eyes and think of you,

Sometimes till I get home,

I'll never love myself,

The way I love you.

You clearly are a beauty,

A masterpiece of life.

For it is your knowledge,

That saves me from my vice,

To question the very existence,

Of a heart so true,

For once I have gotten peace,

I have gotten all of you.