When I met you, as if by a God-sent blessing,
I thought that I saw a light of soft understanding.
I could go and return home and feel no trouble.
But now, I am disturbed mind and soul.
It cannot be my imagination or is it that love has struck too deeply
and that I must pay sacrifice for what is asked of me?
But Cupid's orders are imperative.
Who am I to battle the call of fate?
You make me feel loved, you make me feel safe,
but more importantly, you make me feel wanted.