She gets anxiety about the little things
Her loving, caring heart that always counts to give
But she doesn't agree with the way I will live
For chances to greet her, hugging with the feelings

She is friend or lover, there is always a line
An attachment of list souls from deep sharing of thoughts
From lunch time blasting comps to near vacation spots
She knows my inner hurts and how to tingle spine

Helping her sail her ship away from rocky coast
The sensitive balance of emotional play
Being her bright lighthouse, righting her should she stray

Hoping that the vast net will warrant a great toast
Seeking her happiness us a wonderful wish
Being there, for always, as she savours a fish