So Consumed In All Your Doom, Trying

When I First Met My Husband, I Needed That Helping Hand To Take The Reins And Look After Me.

I Want To Be A Poet. I Don't Want To Talk About Genies In Bottles Anymore.

When I'm Lost In The Rain, In Your Eyes I Know I'll Find The Light To Light My Way And When I'm Scared, Losing Ground When My World Is Going Crazy You Can Turn It All Around And When I'm Down You're There Pushing Me To The Top You're Always There, Giving Me All You've Got

My Emotions Overload Because There Is No Hand To Hold, There’s No Shoulder Here To Lean On; I’m Walking All On My Own.

When I Try To Describe How I Feel When You Hold Me, I Get Butterflies, I Hear Lullabies, It's Hard To Explain -- Like The Scent Of A Rose Or The Sound Of The Rain. It's Too Precious And Too Wonderful To Give It A Name.