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