She is a burden

She is a burden I carry
All her worries and troubles
Add to the number of mine
I worry so much, it is quite scary

She, herself, is something I carry
I think about her day and night
As she whispers in my head
With a voice, as sweet as a berry.

Her troubles, and all she goes through bad or merry
Are a part of me
And yet the pain of hers I carry
Is nice, our love Is a burden I like to carry