To be with you is to be stuck in purgatory,
A limbo of which happiness exists with sadness.
A place of no true perfectness.
A place that is limited.
But to be with you is to renounce Heaven,
Yet all the while I am safe from Hell.
Hell is without your contact.
Purgatory is the ghost of your touch.
Purgatory is an accident.
It is the failure of reaching Heaven,
It is the sanctuary away from Hell.
It is where you are.
I will not say it to you,
But you are my Limbo.
If the future permits it,
I would take you as my home,
And you will be my Heaven.
