She's catching the wind: the gentlest of breezes It's a sensitive pa**age 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