I awoke this morning to a note on my bedside table, which read: <br /> <br />My dearest love, <br /> <br />I came to London seeking a new career, new friends, a new life and I found you. <br /> <br />I've tried to escape you, I've tried to hate you, and now I love you. <br /> <br />You use to bring light into my darkest day. The love you use to show me managed to dilute my days of grey. <br /> <br />Life in 'The Forest' has deeply upset me. <br /> <br />Life in 'The Forest' is full of controversy. <br /> <br />Life in 'The Forest' has cut my ground. Fortunately when you reappeared you tended to my wound. <br /> <br />But something is different. Is this force majeure or are you an imposter? <br /> <br />You are mine, you will be mine. <br /> <br />Despite your response, I will be there, for you, forever. We were made for each other. <br /> <br />I will walk the earth until we meet again. I will battle our daily enemies, just so we can live again. <br /> <br />I will never give you up.<br /><br />Jeremy Horsford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-forest-in-between-the-branches/
