She stands in front of the mirror
Holds back her hair in a band
The thoughts that trouble her
best forgotten best ignored
She tells herself
He's just learning how to love her

She vacuums an already clean rug
Imagines his fingers gently on her
tilting her face upwards
Whispering I love you honey
she sighs
she tells herself
he's learning how to love her

When he plays the alto sax
its so dreamy gentle and sweet
so sensitive oh why cant
he play her body like that
she would melt for him
she tells herself
he's just learning how to love her

He reaches for her in bed
Takes her quickly
Hearing his moan
Oh so empty so sad
she tells herself
he's just learning how to love her

Her existence is an unanswered
Prayer to an unknown God
She cleans the already tidy house
telling herself
he's just learning how to love her