Love, that filthy word

If he Knew the truth, it'd surely be the end-
my sorrows forgotten,
but then where might the passion go?

For that's the truth I yearn to keep.
Encrusted in my thoughts,
Memory; Mind.
Entrusted all his secrets
With never a look to time.

Does he know the sorrowful screams,
my heart lays out for him?
Betrayal is the sickening key,
that covers all this grim.

For I shall never love,
another love,
so much as him.
Yet he doesn't pay a second glance
at the thoughts I bid to him.

Why does he torture me so?!
Does he not hear my pleas?
He confessed that one night, that was confession, right?

I beg him understanding,
for nothing is worth surviving
without him near my side.

So, hear my plea,
for if not I die!
I will live no longer,
but my love shall stay immortal.

His life is my life,
my soul is his;
I'm his to keep, as he is mine.
It is inscribed, by law of the lord-
no matter the objection.
I live to his voice,
No force shall ever divide.
That is which is truly
mine.