Not waste, not offering

Despite the likely echoes of thunderous reverberation—
did you truly call me this close to you?

How much longer must I keep you spread across my body
before this earthly life comes to an end?

If I hold you in deep embrace—
would that be the consequence of sin?

If we enter this unresolved story—
would it be nothing but a waste of time?

And if we find no happiness—
how much helplessness would be born in your heart?

If you leave one day in silence—
what kind of invisible prison I would be trapped in!

I don't know.
I know nothing of all this—
yet these questions echo in the depths of my chest.