Who am i? and what i do?

The true romantic part of a relationship

Hi my love , I am a soul.
A soul with an unconditional goal to haul.
Haul back until the ultimate moment.
The moment i no longer feel the bliss.
The bliss of your breath coaxing my skin.
The breath of your life , my life , our life.

I don't save the world my dear,
But ill embrace you to my heart at your fear.
Wet my chest, with your tears my dear,
Let my heart 's muse pacify your soul
"I'm here", yes you Heard it.

I Hear thrashing waves my dear,
I feel the radiance of setting sun.
I sense love tranquilizing the ambience.
Enlivening the aura of romantism,
By just the grip of your hand in chronic frantism.

Can i hold your cherubic face dear?
Sorry if my scraggy palm hurt you!
Come close my dear, feel my eyelashes tickling
Oh dear, Look into my heart,
You'll see my love , my love dear
Yeah i see your's too , our's

What could a tide of uncertainty cost my dear?
Your love or my life?
No my dear! Your love is immortal so as my life.
Ego and misunderstandings may ebb,
But will it cause the sea of love to lose water?
Oh dear, sea of love is just 3/4 of the planet!
But our love is whole of the universe.

Hold my hand dear,
With your graceful grip we could win the sands of time,
Which would ripe our flesh and rip our bones
Our love will exist until
Our bodies form the coal for the earth,
And our souls form the core of the earth.
Earth, the planet of love.
-Vean