Lay me on a bed of dreams, sweet love
I'm not strong or willing anymore
The lightness and weight of my obscure truth
I cannot carry further, I cannot endure;
Lift me up and throw me to the skies, my sweet
So I may be caught in a soft, mad cloud
I have let go, now I need you, invictus
Hold me gentle, to hear me loud.
Ipshita Chakraborty
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-hither/
