With apologies to Andrew Lloyd Weber. . .
I don't know how to love him.
What to do, how to move him.
He's a man. He's just a man.
Should I bring him down?
Should I scream and shout?
Should I speak of love?
Let my feelings out?
I never thought I'd come to this.
What's it all about??
Yet if he said he loved me,
I'd be lost, I'd be frightened.
I couldn't cope. Just couldn't cope.
I'd turn my head.
I'd back away.
I wouldn't want to know.
He scares me so.
I love him so.
I need him so.