Eager for crying

I couldn't feel a thing, before I met you.
Neither a needle in my finger,
or a breeze in my face.

Then I met you, and I realized,
I realize I don't want to live
If it's without your warm blow on me.

There is no pain like this,
I've never felt so hurt,
But still, I never felt so happy.

Both, pain and plessure,
reside in me, and burn my heart,
since I met you.

I will never let you go,
I'll prefer to die,
Even because of you.

Letting you go will kill me,
Letting you stay will be the same,
But, what if I can have you beyond earth?

We will never know.
At least, you will keep burning me,
You will be the little heat in my soul.

Just kill me now,
Before I let those feelings go,
Before my soul gets cold,
And everything gets darker.