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.