A Sonnet of Writhing Love

Pour your heart out, and get this in return.
It must be accepted... Yet still I yearn
For those fireworks, missed beats, feelings of bliss
Which arrive only by your sweet, soft kiss.
The fire burns fiercely, so low in my breast
It feels like a heav'nly hell in my chest-
O'erflowing with magma - a molten mass.
A volcano, expelling noxious gas
Asphyxiates me in an unreal trance,
My... head... is... still. My heart - pierced with the lance
Of love. Here it lies, writhing yet serene
With unworldly dreams of what might have been.
These, the deepest feelings of a lover
Lain low by the trappings of another.