Hell and love

You go to hell. Your heart is stiff on the spit. So the pain that runs through the heart as a flame of fire. You are sad and motive and run away from feeling. You cry as a little child who has lost his dream, hope. You lotion like a snake. Only a song can save you and your heart. Mourning is life, not hell. Love stays deep in the heart. But, you can overheat and stay in a pile of coal. What will burn this flame? Who will be able to redeem the Kindle love fire? Air, fresh breath or morning dew. The person who will love about what you are. The beast that will live next to you. Is the child dependent on the mother? Only You can end this race and realize that love is not a curse, but a gift of heaven.