I like the way you see this as a love poem for a place because love was a strong drive when writing the poem, even if the poem is full of destruction.  
I value your criticism of the rhyme scheme, it's something I'll think about to see if it can be improved! :)

I love this! It feels like a love poem to a place that means a lot to you. My only criticism would be that some of the rhymes feel very forced. Maybe change up the structure a little to make the rhyme-scheme easier?

What I understood by the paradise reference is that, whilst it is an aim, we can find ourselves out of its reach when the "supporting structure" of what we know/knew ends. We almost can't conceive of there being "paradise" in a way.

When something breaks down, or doesn't function like we believed it would (or a person isn't as we thought) for example, we are cast into doubt and despair. Did we *think* we were in paradise, or *were* we in paradise? We start to question, and only in that observation can we then question it, and only by asking the question can we understand it, and only when we've understood it can we accept it, and in that acceptance we become new and can go forwards, only this time, more wisely.

I very much like your interpretation of the poem and I'd say it's also very close to my intent!  
You are also right in that the last stanza suggests a new beginning after all has crumbled. However, I attempted to introduce a sense of despair by showing the protagonist's doubt in there ever coming a new life. Look at "These are remains of paradise," and "Yet out of ashes rise anew,": they both contain 8 syllables as opposed to the rest of the poem's 7 syllable lines. Why do they stand out so? Are these really remains of *paradise*? Does anything rise out of the ashes? This might not have been clear, but I wanted this to be subtle so that the end could also be seen as a restart as you mentioned. ;)  
Thank you for your feedback! Very nice note on the 's' sounds too. :D

My interpretation of this poem is equivalent to seeing a phoenix death/rebirth metaphor. 

Willing acceptance requires acknowledgment of something, but it also results in true understanding once observed, which itself leads to rebirth. Rebirth cannot happen unless the 'death from sacrifice' occurs first. We have to let things go (metaphorically kill them) so we can live as a new person going forwards.

The sibilants you use evoke the hiss of the fire, cau**s**ed, thought**s**, pau**s**ed, bridge**s**, paradi**s**e, sacri**fice**, and I could go on. The whole lexical set suggests fire, and I especially like the end where the rhythm of the syllables evoke the restarting beat of the heart you reference. A-fire, In-cin er-a-ting, bu-sy heart, pul-sa-ting.



In this city now at end,  
I allowed myself attend,  
To see the pain that I caused,  
When my thoughts could not be paused.  

Burnt down bridges by this road,  
Smell of joy and must explode.  
These are remains of paradise,  
By a void to sacrifice.  

Yet out of ashes rise anew,  
A universe, proving true,  
That life is full of delights,  
Where just a feeling ignites,  
A fire. Incinerating,  
A busy heart pulsating.  

[1](https://oc.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/800ihp/well_that_was_preachy/dusdaef/?st=je2uo73g&amp;sh=42f0c4dc) and [2](https://oc.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/802f5n/the_economy_of_art/dusufek/?st=je2up6ie&amp;sh=b0220541)

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