On the Trials of Partitioned Lovers

If I were one for praying, If I were to supplicate the gods, I would ask them to deliver me to you So that I may be humbled in the presence Of a beauty akin to that of the divine. You are the Beatrice to my Dante, My inspiration as I descend the realms of Hell, My guidance to the gates of Paradise. I would battle my way through legions of armies If it meant i'd feel your skin against mine And your heart beating in time with my own. I would conquer countries with my own two hands If that would make them worthy of touching you. And I vow, my love, that when the day comes For us to be united as one, No obstacle barricading my path - No man, mileage, army, or country, No devil, seraph, god, or beast - Will have enough strength to reckon with my love And keep me from holding you.