Without Her,What Would I Do?

She's got no attitude,or,no airs,
All she does,is she loves and cares,
Guarding against all the evil snares,
Guiding me away from unforeseen flares.
Without her,what would i do?,
In absence of perception,where's the view?

She's always at the other end of the phone,
Eagerly waiting to hear my tone;
Whether i wanna rave,rant,or groan,
She's ready to cuddle the child-over grown.
Without her,what would i do?,
Can an air head find any use of a cryptic clue?

I never have to fear her wrath,
For she's driven,not,by logic or math;
She can ever be found-sans a chase,
Thus,for being lovable,making her case.
Without her,what would i do,
If 'soothers' do speak,only,sanskrit and hebrew?