Dear Lover - a poem

I wrote this one night when I couldn't sleep. I kinda erased the first stanza, but I think that the poem works well without it. So, here goes:


My devotion for you could never be explained by words.
For they are hollow beings that I am being haunted by.
I would not lie about what I would do for you, however.
The high mountains are not meant for my legs to climb.
The harsh deserts are not for me to travel in.
But my heart and love are what it is to give.
For everything else that I could hand to you are by me.
For I am a mere creature who could not escape death.

If there is to be some twist in fate that we might not be.
Be but not cruel to my gift for thee.
However if your feelings are matched with mine.
Learn that my heart is a glass globe.
What appears to be a solid and sturdy object.
Could be easily broken and difficult to mend.
And that the only remedy is your love.

P.S.: Yes, it's kinda mushy, I know. But I can't help it!