It’s not the butterflies
Pre-occupation
Loss of appetite
The crazy chemistry
Doesn’t mean its right
It’s not the hours spent
Lying in bed
Wasting nights and days
But the content of your soul
The physical stuff fades
It’s the end of love that’s real
It’s the end of love that’s true
I’m learning indirectly
About love
Through watching you
It’s not about the fancy dinners
Or the things he can provide
But that he empowers you
From the in to the outside
It’s not the giddy conversations
The passionate little flings
But seeing the world
From a similar perspective
Finding humor
In the same things
It’s the end of love that’s real
It’s the end of love that’s true
I’m learning indirectly
About love
Through watching you
It’s knowing he’ll always be there
If you feel ugly
You know he won’t care
It’s taking care of each other
Because you want to
Finding little
Nice things to do
It’s putting that person
Before yourself
And staying with them
Even in poor health
It’s the end of love that’s real
It’s the end of love that’s true
I’m learning indirectly
About love
Through watching you
It’s not about the beginning
But I know that’s where I am
So I’m going to just try
To learn from your love
And do the best that I can