Waste

Why can't we be together?
Is it fate we not be?
If so, why does God tempt me so?
Every day I love you is torture to me!
Loving you kills the mind,
stabs the heart,
Thought's become restless ending in you.
And every moment I think of you I fear,
For it must be a waste of time,
is it not?
If loving you has no future other than torture and hurt.