Tension

Must you scold me off and on

I have done no wrong, committed no crime

Nor ever stopped loving you

Nor shirked away due to the fear of you

Coming to boil on my account.

I am very, very fond of you.

A strain is telling upon your physique

Hang on to me with all your might

You will not fall; your legs are weak,

Pull up your strength, pull up I say

You have a longish fight ahead

You will be standing next to me.