come to me dearest

come to me dearest
when the sun admits defeat at the end of the day
when life has lost its glory and zest,
and lost its hues to fade into grey.


come to me dearest
when the waning moon is lost behind a solitary cloud
when life ceases to be, and lies all in waste,
music dies...there is only noise and sound.


it is then that I will need you the most
to love me, when i can't be loved at least
to be my smile, when all i can spread is tear
to be my courage, when i am left with nothing but fear.

can you then see the spirit inside me?
when all the world sees a monster and flees
turn against the world, which you belong to
make it your enemy , only to be true to me?

can you give me the promise
of a love so strong?
that will love me with my vices
not in spite, free from all prejudices?

can you promise a love that wont fade and die
its beauty wont be marred by awful lies,
it wont fret neither will it chain
ceasing to be a ploy for expectations to be bargained?

come to me dearest
only when we can truly love one another
and not put a facade for the world to entertain.
when our conflicting souls turn to dust
from which our love will be born, freed of lust;
a love that not binds us two
but creates a you in me, a me in you.