Rope of love and blood

When I try to do something for someone, The earth endows me with happiness, Little, but still more than the world entire... It entrusts me with a rope, knowing that I'm worthy of it, Yet sometimes even nature plays with its gifts... Still, I'm holding that rope of love and need, Thinking it might stay like echoes of permanence... A rope that emits eternal affection, but soon gives me The essence of the bloom that bleeds... The rope that my hands entwine brings wounds anew, As the burden of the heart's despair undoes me.