My hands are getting colder,
This is no disease,
Love is slowly killing me,
It will not set me free.

Love is the only gift,
That ever came out of hell,
Is this how it’s supposed to be?
Or did Satan not read the instructions so well.

Guidelines to life,
Let’s learn how to love,
Love is something you cannot teach,
It does not come from up above.

It does not end with a broken heart,
A shattered mind that won’t quite start,
I don’t know what to say love is,
Although I know, that it is this.

Oliver Clarke

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-only-gift-from-hell/