Where, if not my love tangled
would I be?
standing upon my very own inferno
in misery
how could I forsake love
that is burning in flames
should I put it in a jar suffocating it with closure?
the air frozen in an untimely death?
my ever aching wish to
spread my fire onto you
leaves my soul and my heart
in a world without sense
there will never be a place
I could cherish more
in life or death
than to be in your arms
therefore, I could only be truly satisfied
in paradise or inferno
as long as I am with you.