When love is dying I should have sent roses

But you're a dream come true  

You found me washed up  
despairs shoreline  
barely recognisable broken  
a mess    
fire all but smothered  
handful of embers  
the light  somehow remained  
does it ever really fade  
those born of such?  
 
Don't know  
 
Yet for some reason, You see something  
in me, in all those scattered pieces,  
that you reach out  
offer a hand  
perhaps, it's that you have known  
similar heartaches,  
seen.. what would break most  
recognise a kindred 'you'  
 
Piece by piece,  remove another brick  
in the walls, I'd carefully built  
trust, that kind smile you flash, says..  
this will be done correctly,  
 the utmost care  
at your own pace,  
fast or as slow... as you need
 
poets have died for less  
 
Something.. about your eyes  
beauty behind it all  
I want to seek refuge, there  
entwined,  
there enthralled,  
at least.. for a tiny while  
I see another 'me' there  
 
So......  
here's the keys to my fortress  
I trust you  
I'm in your tender loving hands