Poetry : Crush

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways
To be with thee in the spring
Mine soul is warmed like summer
No words could express.
Cold, crisp, blood and all alone
Winter doth come when u be not by
Oh, how I wish to be a flower on your heart
To follow and not get lost.
Hope needs to be held on to.
Walking away might be a choice
However hard I try, the choice is still a mile away.
Thy lyre brings much peace to my tortured being.
Hath thee fallen asleep?