I guess I am a worrier
But it is purely out of love
She is my safe haven
To her I'm a safety net

We're we made for each other?
I doubt and I don't care
It'd be hard to assume perfection; when
The world isn't immaculate

We are both too chaotic
Too charred to be pristine
Scarred, it's never-ending
But we try to live as is

Sunshines and rainbows,
Cloudy skies and meadows,
Storms and tempests,
All bearable with you.