Umbrella, protect the precious head,

Shoulders that bare the care of many things

I love her! She holds all the strings

That tie me to the place where hope is bred

And that location is, I guess, her heart

Hold me, strong strings or I will fall apart

Caress and kiss, you bloody wind and rain

She’s not for you hungrily to soak

My touch is what she wants – that is no joke

I’m no deluded fool, not crassly vain

She loves me, holds me together

So treat her well or else, you weather

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