Analysis of Sonnet # 209

Like water fresh that one picks up to drink.
Like fan that cools the soul on a hot day.
That's what you are to me, I gladly think.
And truthfully I pray for it to stay.
Like comfort after pain, had sadness some.
Yes, like one-hundred bills when one is broke.
Into my world you sweetly sweet do come,
And with good happiness my all you soak.
That's what you are to me, dear, of my brain.
And thanks to you I'm not no help insane.
My days are not cracked, dry thanks to your rain.
And you're so good to me, your rain's champagne.
         You're helping me just dwelling in my head.
          Imagine you in flesh with me share bed.