Your gaze....

Perhaps you'll come, and hold me tight, My shattered body, awaits your gentle might. See the state of my heart, worn and weak, Exhausted from waiting, my love to seek. Maybe you'll see, and come to my aid, I trust you'll arrive, but when will that day be made? Don't delay, come soon, lest I fade, Before your arrival, my heart may have decayed. I'm weary now, from writing every day, My thoughts abound, but words have drifted away. Come, don't delay, just once, take my hand, And hold me close, in your loving stand.