The emotions in this poem are raw and powerful...which is good. Now as a poet, I want to see you morph all those emotions into images that you can touch, taste, see, or hear and let your feelings row without the rhymes and see how it comes out.
Like:
"The sun once lit equally upon our love
But now my leaves are wilting
From a bitter cold gust that you fail to cover
Like snow burying a newborn flower."

Keep it up!