Her eyes tell the story so well that she tries hard to hide

So little expected too often neglected a woman stripped of her pride

Always so careful not to cry until I fall asleep

And there in the silence she lies with the tear on her cheek

A thought comes to mind Did I read it sometime or I hear it I can't quite recall

That a man without love is only half of a man but a woman is nothing at all



She knows I don't love her although heaven knows that I've tried

Her reason for living's to go right on giving the one thing that she's been denied

Without any warning in the wee hours of the morning she cries

And the hurt deep inside that she's tried so to hide is beginning to show in her eyes

A thought comes to mind...

A man without love is only half of a man but a woman is nothing at all