It was your addictive gaze that kept me begging for you to stay with me, even when the autumn leaves fell on the cool streets, painting the town spectacular shades of yellow, orange, red, and brown. I wanted to feel your lovely scars, the tenderest spots to your heart, to never stop feeling, believing in you and me.  I wanted to sink inside your magnetic metaphors shouldering me to different doors of extraordinary poetry.  I wanted my ink to never run dry as I wrote out my deepest feelings for you.  I wished for you to know that it was you who gave me ample joy.  I wished to always be your equation of great derivatives and dreams.