Not the loose words
Written of, or for, anyone other
It is you who saved me
From the eye of the storm
To become my real life true lover
It is you who I have to warn
I have somehow to be, to be
So pray, be light, do not smother
It is you who makes you torn
Better not to analyse so, instead
Let love help you, to rediscover
It is you who I wake by in the morn
You, who brought me to your bed
To watch, as slowly I did recover
It is you, whose doubts I duly scorn
Whose mind and body, when held firm
Gift the light, gift the leave to suffer
It is you, who waves to me with smiling eyes
You, with your once tearful eyes reformed
The love to build us up, the way to be tougher
