Classic Poem

Come to me. It's time you were here. Quickly.
Do you know when it is time for you to come? The time for you to come is the time when I am waiting.

Come to my flower garden. The flowers are in bloom in my flower garden.
Should anyone run after you, then hide in a flower.
I will turn into a butterfly and light on the flower where you are hiding.
Then anyone running after you won't be able to find you.
Come to me. It's time you were here. Quickly.

Come into my arms; there's a soft breast waiting in my arms.
Should anyone run after you, then lower your head into my breast.
Though my breast be soft as water, when needed to protect you against danger it can become a golden sword, a steel shield.
Though my breast become like flowers trampled by horses' hooves, your head will not slip off.
Then anyone running after you won't be able to lay a hand on you.
Come to me. It's time you were here. Quickly.

Come blend into my death. Death is always ready to accommodate you.
Should anyone run after you, then stand behind my death.
In death emptiness and omnipotence are one.

Death's love is at once infinite and everlasting.
Before death battleship and battery turn to dust;
Before death strong and weak become friends.
Then, anyone running after you will not be able to catch you.
Come to me. It is time you were here. Quickly.