It's late my dear, come home now...

I want you soft
as the morning breeze,
Your fragrance
as a budding rose's,
Your beauty
as a child's dream,
Your strength that of steel
for I need your support through the times,
And I ask for your unconditional love
a mere human I am, not infallible,

In return, I promise
not to ask for even my share of my half,
My better one or my worse
You will be all I'll have.