Comfort me with your love,
let it wrap its arms around me,
lift me to infinity.

I feel lost in the alleys of my mind,
no guiding light or love to shine.
I fall into the dark recesses of my mind.
If only you were on time,
you'd be a savior.

Now you're just late.

I question sometimes if there is a love,
I have felt it before,
or so I think.
But since then,
nevermore.

I feel as if though,
I'm not asking for much.
Just someone to kiss and hold,
and do such things till we grow old.

Or just be my guiding light,
through these dark times.

Is that too much to ask?