Please, stay with me baby

When the memories of past joys start to fade
on the face of mists that never ceased to be
in the unbroken guilt that harasses me
making my incomplete life a shade
of what it should have been;
eager, anxious, troubled, keen
to believe in what you made
to grow beautifully in me.

Please, stay with me;
please, stay with me, baby
at least as the hope
you've never ceased to be.