A man needs love, and one that's true. He needs the touch that's soft and light, A gentle whisper in the night That says she loves with all her might, And makes him feel that he's all right. I beg your pardon. A woman's heart is a garden. What is planted will grow in there, Fear and doubts, or true love and care.
Roses can grow, but weeds can, too.
You're the planter. It's up to you. Of once true love, about to go. And I don't know what I should say.