Love Is What You Are

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