Life's distress

An individual narrating his life's unfulfilled thirst for love as his life is cut short.

I weep over my past days that have gone,leaving some golden memories to a distance forlorn.

Love is not love until someone receives it.Is there anyone blind who could perceive it?With distressful eyes and aching heart it seems yearning,
To me pure love tends to be scorning.

With a handful scoop of love i desire to live,to some appreciable beauty I desire to give.But my life is short leaving everything in vain,it is desirable for me to have my last gain.

Will god with his divine force shower some grace?so that my life can win this race.I love thee with my earnest devotion,but my life stood lingering perdition.