Don't look at her body, look somewhere else
As you don't love a woman below your belt
Now there's nothing wrong with a bit of lust
I'm partial myself to a females bust
But that isn't love, not the love I mean
The love in the heart just can't be seen
Not seen by the eye, I really should say
But shown by your actions throughout the day
If you look in her eyes and see they look sad
Hold her hands, show her things aren't so bad
Tell her you love her and show that you care
Hold her and kiss her, nuzzle her hair
When her eyes fill with mischief, looking your way
You know without doubt it's a wonderful day
A day of love and perhaps some lust
And you may get to kiss that lovely bust
These are a few of the ways love is given
Sharing and loving and naught is forbidden
For the love from the heart is so special indeed
Perhaps that's the reason it can't be seen
