COME

Come,

The lingering of your heart,

may be a song for the broken.

Come,

the imagery of your eyes,

may be a goal for the desperate.

Come,

the thought of your mind,

may be put into writing for the afflicted.

Come,

the words of your mouth

may be a letter for the unsatisfied

Come, my love

come, let me see you so

I may have a reason to live