I don't know what to name it.

You are either cure or ache,

I cannot tell which truth you take.

But this much stays, beyond debate

you are mine, in any state.

If healing hides inside your name,

it still arrives like quiet flame.

And if you come as sorrow dressed,

I still would choose you nonetheless.

So come like night without a sound,

like something lost, then finally found

no warning in the air you break,

just presence only I can wake.

Leave no sign of me behind, no word of my existence ....hold me so completely, so boundlessly, that it has no end.