A pair of earrings [ for You ]

I have composed two poems [ for You ]
These are like a pair of earrings
There are about you and my aims
And most of all my feelings

You shouldn't have asked me that question
Now I am in the grasp of your hand
Pierced by your arrow of passion
And I am facing my own dead end

But it was not really the earrings
I wanted to give You...
However you will get my meanings
It might torment You...

I feel unwell to tell you my past
Before you I want to stand tall
If I tell you "that" I may fall
For our relation will not last

You can either lift me high
Or completely bring me low
Even though I cannot feel Hate
For you and I'd just call it Fate

After all I am chosen by Destiny
To dwell in the deepest Misery
If it is for your own good sake
Then I prefer that you be safe

At least if I am passing for a liar
It'll be better than a ladykiller
So I will choose your happiness over mine
An eternity of curse is worth the time [ for You ]