She's catching the wind: the gentlest of breezes
It's a sensitive passage she's sailing -
Through stormy straits, navigates my unfathomable failings

She rises before me, reading me clearly
Empty nest left pressed in the pillow
She can shift, she can sway
And bend like a willow

I'm swept in the riptide, caught in a fish trap
Gift-wrapped in my soft self centre
Summer sun leaves me as one who can only taste winter
She's a good, a good God-send: she can bend like a willow

With a fully armed angel to cover me quickly
I'm cool under enemy fire
If I fall, she can crawl right under the wire

When I'm caustic and cold, she might dare to be bold -
Ease me round to her warm way of thinking:
Fill me up from the cup of love that she's drinking
And I find, given time. I can bend like a willow
She bends like a willow