You are the world to me, there is no place right now I would rather be, than close to you, doing anything,

Ive spent alot of time alone,

Ive lived here for a year, and it never felt like home,

When I am with you, there is nowhere else I need to roam,

I have many wants and dreams, But none so much as the scene,

I seem to dream day and night, Though without words when I write,

To describe a picture as beautiful, as the spark of youth-full love that is all I really know, until a deeper love begins to grow,

A maple tree in the August heat, shading us from sun, beautiful in emerald green a canopy of fun,

I feel soon the fall will come to term, and life will lose it’s ease,

Cold wind will come from the place that used to bring warm breeze,

But maybe the tree won’t lose its leaves, as orange turns from green.