Hell is a only a cold place
When you don't have the one you love
The flames licking at your feet is better than being with out
The ones you love
The ones you love could be yours or not
But you would die in your after life
Over
And over
And over again
Just to be able to see a glimpse of them
The ones you love, May not understand you
But you understand him
And that's all that matters
One thing I don't have
An understanding of who I love
I would rather parish in hell than to be without him
Even if he is only in the back rounds of my blurry vision
I would
The ones you love May not always be as obvious as you would like
But there is no easy way out of loving some one
Never
The one you love, even if is your worst of friends
It is still a love
That you can't ignore
That no one can ignore
That I can't ignore
I'd rather perish in hell, than to be without
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem