when misfortune tries to shipwreck my future and i'm enslaved by chains of doubt,you  reach out a gentle loving hand to me and suddenly its  so very clear what this gift of love is, is all about.when fear  with deadly hands, slowly chokes life out of dreams, and I want to stay in bed, with the covers over head.strength that was inside leaks in a run like a fleeting bride,your love recaptures it all.when wide eyed unrest disturbs the street of my familiar, this happens each time you are not near ,and I hear the music skip in an uneven beat,than your hungry arms  circle around me  and the touch  is a gentle fire.