A yearning for true love

Oh how I yearn to love Oh how I breathe to be loved Longing looks. Churning stomachs. All the talk about fire and those damned butterflies that seem Adamant to never visit me for longer than a minute or less. Please. Please, I beg. Give me the love So strong that it hurts. The one that legends speak of The one where you would burn the world just to see the other happy. I cannot live life any longer without experiencing such love. I beg to have it, to feel it on my fingertips if only for a moment. So that I can say I tasted Heaven on my way to eternal Hell