She picks up a pen
Writes down a word
It doesn't feel right
The novelty's gone
The novel rolls on
Until it's goodnight
Will anyone read
Much less understand
This thing she has made?
Will anyone see
The truth of this thing
When it sees the light?
Love is what you are
Not what you do
I know what you are
And I love you
The dream of her man
Propels her along
Into her demise
The hollowed out laugh
At the back of her throat
The film of her eyes
She hardly puts down
This thing she has bound
Before she forgets
She writes the end
But there is no surprise
Love is what you are
Not what you do
I know what you are
And I love you
Love is what you are
Not what you do
I know what you are
And I love you
And I love you
And I love you