Never for Ought Else Shall I Aspire

Poured out like water on the midnight fire
There comes a cold embrace—a frosted kiss,
Where love and honesty have been remiss;
Never for ought else shall I aspire.
Despite the cost, I love as you require.
In all the world of passion, bear the flame
Burning through my limbs at just your name.
Never for ought else shall I aspire.
Do you then take my ardency, desire
And throw them without thought to reckless wind?
If love for you be wrong, then I have sinned;
Never for ought else shall I aspire.
Poured out like water on the midnight fire,
Never for ought else shall I aspire.

postscript

Echo sonnet for Crowns of Sonnets' February Sonnet Challenge, day six: [link] This was a very interesting form. Admittedly it does not flow how I would have liked. Ah well, not all the poems in a challenge turn out to be good ones.