The Dying Heart of the Living Lover

I wish you’d forsake the Heavens for me, for I have forsaken everything for you, and Heaven has given you nothing. 

I wish you’d give up everything for me. 

I wish you’d give up anything for me, though I know this is too much to ask.

Even if you cannot find it in your heart to be true, I wish you’d at least pretend the words. 

Love is selfish, but I fear you haven’t taken it far enough. For when love is true, the self is meant to be me and you. But the equation is severed, for your self does not regard me at all. 

I know you won’t die for me, but will you live for me?