"Repition"

You're a rain cloud,

I'm a deprived plant;

Water me.

 

I'm just an empty vase,

You are the flowers to fill me;

please come in.

 

You are the day,

As I'm frightened at night;

I anxiously await.

 

The face I want to see,

The voice I long to hear.

 

The lips I lust for,

The hand to hold.

 

You are my crutch,

While I am wounded,

Can I be yours,

When the time comes?