To live and to love on a border

I am in love with someone who lives on a border.
A deep border of the East and the West.  
His heart belongs to the East.
His mind belongs to the West.
He lives on a border between values, emotions and material things.
His life is all on a border, a border of a religion and deep feelings.  
I felt in love with the part from the East, but I met in real his part of the West.  
Since I know him I live on a border.  
A big border of the Day and the Night.  
I am alone in the Day and forget about everything.
I am with him in my thoughts in the Night and I am suffering.
But this is not the end of the borders.
The sun is rising and I am starting  to live, the moon is rising and I am starting to die.
To die from the pain that is flowing from my bleeding heart.  
I live on a border of my blank despair  
and my heart is slowly dying hour by hour.
Since I know him I am vibrating at other frequencies
and living again on a border of an affection and a deep pain.  
I am crying without tears, I am bleeding without running sources.  
I am living on a border of a pure love and an impossible desire!