Woman Without Love

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

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

A thought comes to mind that I read it sometime

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 is to go right on giving

Neither one thinks that's she's been denied

Without any warning in the 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

Then a thought comes to mind...

A man without love is only half of a man

But a woman is nothing at all