Hell's Eternal Living Punishment

A poem of extreme desire for the one I love.

When I look at you --
When I think of you;
You are ever present
In my conscious mind.

I feel I can fly
When I stand by you.
Let me glide the sky through,
Even in the Hell within which I live.

My heart forever labors over you,
For a heart that hurts
Is a heart that works.

This unending pain I feel,
Ever over do I keel.

I shan't have you,
My reason to live.
Yet, if it is your want,
Then it is to you that I give.
Your heart's desire --
My bound pain's afire
Just to grant to you,
Your dreams.

You shall have it all:
An ounce of gold for my cliffing fall.

And if you shall die,
My life I give for yours.
For a life without you
Is but Hell's eternal living punishment.