My first Taito poem, please be kind...

Taito

He looks at me remourseful yet truthful
He cares for me, I care for him
But were we meant to be together?
The dead black roses encircle him
They create a barrier around him, cursing him
Our lives rip us apart
But does it really matter?
We love each other, we want to be close
But does any of this matter?

Hold me tight
Love me tonight
But remember me well and always

He caresses me with a soul so pure
I hate myself for loving him
He hates himself for loving me
There's love, there's hate, and then there's pain
That pain he hates so much
The pain I hate so much
The pain of life,
The pain of death,
But mostly the pain of love
The pain that curses us through life and through death
Never letting us be
Content with our love
Until it comes and crushes us