Storm: Poem Analysis

You’ve never known those endless nights, that I’ve known since the storm began.
You’ve never felt the turbulence or the blue dimming of the lights.
You’ve never met that lone feeling of praying for the sun to shine, when I’d hold my heart in both hands but still forget that it was mine.
And the trees seemed twice as tall, and the stars shined half as bright, and the nights felt twice as cold, and my spring never arrived. Cause you made autumn last so long, Once you declared myself just yours.