When I cannot talk,
You can read my mind.
When I cannot open my eyes,
You can be my sight.
Where I cannot stand,
You can lend me your shoulder to lean...
You are the strength of my soul.
You are the spirit of my life.
You are the guide of my pilgrimage.
But now you are powerful
And I am weak
My heart cannot bear the pains of your powers.
And I cannot be as strong as you
You cannot be to me
In humility as that in the tradition
Of what the Gospel states in submissiveness.
Two husbands cannot judiciously a home make.