To die if …

The sparkling make-believe diamond strains to drip,
But it is unable to repel the force and oozes out of my grip.

Ripples, as it falls, the rest unite,
Never losing a wink, lost to water, nothing is anymore light.

Oh ray, love’s labor ere lost, light the watery path,
Else fury of love, vision will perceive my wrath.

Feel eel depth of love, ambers never turning cold,
Sense then how essential for life to me greater than the world.

Some sole assist in this love deed,
None sole – then best paid with my life indeed!