you can lock up your ideals of her, and keep them tight
you can give her angels wings and dream of her at night
but in the end can you truly say:
you love her?

would she go to the ends of the earth just to hold you?
bring you chicken noodle soup when you have the flu?
and in the end would she honestly say:
she loves you?

and you place her atop your lofty, golden pedestal
you dance around her; give her praise; and play the fool
but in the end can you really say:
she appreciates your inner beauty

and you cling to her and call her your precious, pristine china doll
with golden curls and creamy complexion - she'll shatter if she falls
and in the end can you truly say:
you want this?
you want her?