Come to me, my love,
Like rain-drops after a drought,
Like when the river meets the sea,
And opens wide its mouth.
Come to me, my love,
Like food to the starving,
Like air to the breathless,
Like music to those who miss dancing.
Embrace me, my love,
Like death embraces an old man,
A gently finality with an eternal hold,
Say you’ll never leave my hand.
Come to me, my love,
Like a moth to a flame,
Like a child running to its mother,
Darling, come home to me.