Come, My Love
Come, my love. Come to my side and rest,
Your head upon mine, as I hoped you will.
I merely hope that time knows best,
Yet time is flying, and you stand still.
Come, my love, to repair what was broken,
And make my suffering seem worth the while,
A promise which was never truly spoken,
Though hinted at enough to beguile.
Come, my love, and be mine, at last,
For so long I have withered on my own.
Help me escape remembrance of my past,
Make me forget of all I've known.
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