Between the lines...

She doesn't want a love that will be good to her today
a stranger to her tomorrow...
She wants a temporary comfort,
closure so her mind could rest...
She doesn't want to hear what you have to say, unless
if what you have to say is 'truth'...
Don't give her money, don't show her off to the world...
just love her, love her like she's the only girl.
Shes not looking for a husband,
a man who puts his job over her wishes and desires...
Shes not interested in that lifestyle...
instead she wants to be free, mind: body: soul:
She wants to be in control.
She doesn't want to feel,
she's afraid of emotions...
Shed rather be touched,
like rubbing baby lotion.
She doesn't want to be your anything...
you can tell her who you are, shell forget your name...
She doesn't want memories, she doesn't want to remember pain...
She wants to be your everything,
your umbrella in the rain...but only for a moment,
a second from now she'll be gone with the wind...
You cherrish her, like every time you see her its the last...
As quick as she comes, she goes just as fast...
She wants what she deserves, she knows what she is worth...
Don't try to buy her, its rare to find one who can afford...
Match her love with something similar...
kiss, her lips, her cheeks, but her heart in particular.
She doesn't want to know you, she just wants your heart and hers to be familiar.
To the man who failed to satisfy...
She wanted water, he brought her a well...
She needed money, he gave her jewels to sell...
She wanted teachings, he left her with stories to tell...
She wanted a love from God, he brought her nothing but hell...