I don't know

I fell for the feeling of affection.

A strong fondness of my desire for love.

Words cannot define my strong devotion.

It is below the story from above.

A precious gift, though a necessity

He whom ascended is comparable.

It makes me feel its fidelity.

Just like understanding his parable. 

It is an opening to my own pain.

Constantly looking for it without shame. 

When not felt there it makes me go insane.

Not used carefully my heart will it aim. 

It may be a reason to stay alive,

Once fallen you may need to be revive.