His love is true, he gives it freely.
To the girl he meets.
Not just one, not two or three,
But every girl.
He meets a girl, he falls in love, he loves her always, pure and true.
But his flaw, his taint, his err', is love for all.
When they speak, he loves her. He is hers, all hers, always hers.
Unfortunately, he is also hers. And hers. And hers.
He falls in love again and again. But he never falls out of love.
His love is true, it's pure and real. But spread as jelly on toast.
Her love is pure and simple.
She loves him and only him.
She lives and breaths and dies for him.
And when she hurts, she cries for him.
And he loves her too, but she doubts he's true.
Their love is a wonderful, beautiful thing.
It makes them laugh, and cry, and sing.
You see their love and know it's true.
She loves just him, he loves just her.. But she hasn't a clue.
When the next woman he meets...
His love will be truly renewed.