Love, come back to me.

Love, come back to me.
Convince the tide to trade you for my misery,
find that I’m still drifting in a lonely sea
impatiently left wading in uncertainty.
Wash me up upon your shore, awaken me.
Only you can show me where the heart must be,
a Northern star that guides me towards my beckoning.

Love, come back to me,
but only if you promise time won’t set you free.
I’ll keep you safe inside my soul’s infinity
and pray that you were given to me fatefully.
Even cynics need a minute of your kiss so sweet,
only fools believe that hope could be as endless and deep,
blind to you they cannot know how sure they sink.

Love, come back to me.
I didn’t mean it when I whispered we weren’t meant to be,
truth is that I’ll drown unless you rescue me.
The moon, she caught my blue confession in her sympathy.
Lost for you my compass points discursively,
without your winds my empty sails are sadly sleek.
My horizon is your beauty of eluding me.