you sit there,
every time I come along,
you take my hand,
you tell me it's going to be okay,
you put up with my obsessions,
my denials,
my prattling intentions,
each time I talk,
you listen with at least seeming interest,
you hold me up when I fall down,
I don't know what I'd do with out you,
I'd probably end up breaking down,
crying like a little baby,
over the most trivial of issues,
but with you there,
everything just seems okay,
you seem to know how to put me at ease,
and I thank you,
with all my heart,
I thank you