Wounded Soul

Lend me your hand
And bring me out of this maze
I am here without you, 
Dead, alone, dejected and hopeless.
Let your soothing touch 
Heal my septic, wounded soul 
And endow me with the strength 
To love you over and again.
If you remain around, 
I can resurrect even from the death
But without your presence, 
I’m already dead and more mundane.
Put your glowing lips 
On my ramshackle grave
Nothing can restrain me then
From coming back to the life again.