Let me be yours... let your final breaths be a lament of my name,  
A soft echo on your lips, as life gently fades,  
Let me be the delicate fruit between your fingers,  
Squeezed of its flesh, essence seeping through,  
Devoured with a hunger only love can birth,  
Lick the nectar off your fingers,  
Savor me in gentle breaths, each one a lingering taste.

Let me dwell in your mind, a constant presence,  
In the midnight of your thoughts, in the afternoon haze,  
And in all your morning glory, when the world wakes anew,  
Let me be the sunlight on your skin,  
As spring stretches into the warm embrace of summer,  
Welcomed as an old lover returning home.

Let me whisper the sickly sweet words that haunt your dreams,  
Let my voice be the echo that fills your nights,  
The longing that curls around your heart,  
Let me be the sweetness that lingers, even in your sorrow,  
A love too tender to ever truly fade.