Hope's Abiding Ray...

It's no tortuous whodunit,
I know I must be at fault,
The ocean, you've ever won it,
Endured my assault of the salt.
Yes, the waters tend to flow,
But, can you not just stay?

You've robbed me of my pretense,
Peeled off my poker face,
Now, shorn of my defence,
The world seems a treacherous place.
Yes, Angels do have wings,
But, must you fly away?

Your loss will be a cross,
One needing much effort to bear;
Can you not ignore the dross,
Hold my hand, and help me fare?
Yes, I'm not all glad tidings,
But, won't you be hope's abiding ray?