Our conversations are scarce But my love for you ever present You respond to questions of silence unsatisfactorily Answering in echoes of the question I just posed You're right, I did not initiate conversation And in an ice cold world I would feel blame for my loneliness But, you see, or maybe you don't realize That I am a woman who loves purely Maybe I'm old fashioned but I have my smile to prove That loving in its truest form gives happiness beyond belief So I stay a woman, and you remain my man Be a man my love, for I stand behind you always Act first for I am busy loving.