I see you.

I see what others can't see.

In this big room full of gold artistry, sparkling gadgets, and glistening crystals. I see nothing but you. Nothing can ever compare to you.

For I can only see you not touch you.

It feels like being tied down with thousands of silver chains, linked one by one. It's a punishment and it's evil. It's almost suffocating as they squeeze me tight, similar to that of a cobras squeeze. Sweat beams down my face and tears dwell in my eyes. It burns... It burns from the inside out. I know it's unrealistic to think of this as such. I can't help it. How else should I imagine how this feels? 

I'm quite in love with you.

Can't you see that?

Can't you see me?

It's a punishment for they have forbidden you of your right.

The right to marry.

And the right to love me.