She is my Excalibur

There drew he forth the brand Excalibur,
And o’er him, drawing it, the winter moon,
Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth
And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt:
For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks,
Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work
Of subtlest jewellery.

She is my excalibur... my holy grail... she is my victory... she is my defeat...

When alone, she's my shadow...

When happy, she's the reason... when sad... she's my comfort...
In the scorching sun, she's the shade...
In the coldest winters, she's the warm fire...

When the world turns topsy turvy, she's the one who says... I am here... If only you could hear...

She is my trial... she's my reward...
She only she...

When I'm mean to her... she says not a word...
When I'm rude to her... she says not a word...
When I'm angry at her... she says not a word...
When I need her... she is right there...

When I need her... she is right there...
When I need her... she is right there...

When everything goes wrong... she takes me in her arms...
When everything seems my fault... she says look me into my eyes...
When I shout... she listens...
When I whisper... she listens...

When I need her... she is right there...

The day she is playful... none can match her passion...
The day she is loving... none can match her warmth...
The day she is angry... none can match her wrath...
The day she asks... I just wish I could... like the way she does for me...

When I need her... she is right there... and she says - I am here... If only you could hear...

When I'm mean to her... she says not a word...
When I'm rude to her... she says not a word...
When I'm angry at her... she says not a word...

And the day she gets angry... man... does she get angry...
Her tantrums... ohh her tantrums...
All she says that day... ok my lover... time to push me all the way home...

Who is she...
You know...
She is my Excalibur, She is my zindagi,
She is my sweetheart... my bullet!