I am not afraid of any stormy night,
When the wind bellows dreadfully,
And lightning cracks the pitch-dark skies.
Nor I fear the thunderous squall,
When the waves crash ghastly,
Bringing everything under its impassive thrall.
It is not that I am brave,
Or a gladiator who can avert a stave,
Nor I have any magical span,
Or belong to some mysterious clan.
If you ask me what makes me take such bold strides,
The reason is simple, for I have you by my side.
In every spark of that lighting, I see your smile,
Every boisterous squall I find yours beguile,
And when you are there in every shape of life,
Why should I fear from any stormy night?
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