Why

Do you wish, ever
to evaporate, sublime,
to erase your own past,
to forget you existed a presence,
that went on, without focus,
neither direction nor meaning,
without being loved,
a heart that wept in agony,
each night when you tried to sleep,
only to feel your love grow,
an  existence that ridiculed itself,
did you feel the pain?
and beg for mercy?,
knowing that you shall not be granted so?
when  your existence demanded an end,
you didn’t submit then!
why did you live on?
live in pain, and agony?
was it for the extacy of loving?
a trip for you, like on some drug?
I did, i did it for love,
i did it for living, to feel the sun,
see her burn my heart,
to exist in an agony called life,
I took the road to love.