When you're with me it's easy to pretend
That life and love will stay forever green.
When I'm alone, I feel a fear descend.
A feeling that I barely comprehend,
A shudder that I try to keep unseen.
When you're with me, I easily pretend.
If you weren't here, on whom could I depend
To lift me to the heights, from my ravine?
When I'm alone, I feel the fear descend.
I talk too much, much more than I intend,
As if words might avert the unforeseen.
When you're with me, I cheerfully pretend.
Our term is fixed. How far does it extend?
Will you or I be first to leave the scene?
When I'm alone, I feel the dread descend.
What hammer blows await, before the end?
Our fate is settled; none can intervene.
With you, dear, joy is easy to pretend.
Alone, I feel the clouds of doom descend.