Heaven and Hell, the two
Both derived from one, any clue?
From far it appears a spherical blue.

Split that blue you get the two,

Goes to heaven,
Birds, animals, rivers and who?
Beautiful mountains but none of you.
Way to hell,
You and me as none were true,

We ask hell,
For what sins we deserve you?
"Mwahahaha!", bellows the hell.
You thought the world was due to you,
You made the world a living hell,
For all except for you.

Now enough is the call,
By those mighty few,
Heaven goes to them,
And I am left for you.

"do you love me?"
A simple, austere question.
Yet, so strong, so powerful!
A question you know the answer to
Then answer it! But you don't want to.

"Yes, no, maybe so?"
He urges, he needs to know.
Standing under the rhododendrons,
His glasses foggy, his voice heavy.
His eyes inquisitive, his gaze weary.

His heart is now in your hand
"Mwahahaha!" You think to yourself.
You can do whatever you want with it-
Break it or keep it, adore it or puncture it-
Throw it away or give it back.

You look him in the eye
Hold his hands in yours-
Say something witty that implies- "yes, I do!"
You could've broken it or given it away,
You chose to keep it instead.

Careful, love, don't break it.
If you break it, how will you keep puncturing it?