Lost in feeling

Until I met you, this love will keep on dyeing
I can't control its wheels anymore, it's hurt mores
Quenching could be the only solution letting me free
Until I met you, why can't the pain of not been yours
Leave me to my own comfort, knowing it won't be
I need a will of letting got, but your thought still occupies
some part of me, leaving no chose but to wait till
I met you. Then will be my final words of love to you.