He doesn’t say he loves me
Calls me tirelessly
When away from home I be.
He doesn’t say he loves me
Enquires whether a tray I’d like
As cooped in bed I lie.
He doesn’t say he loves me
Holding my hand firmly in his
In a crowded marketplace.
He doesn’t say he loves me
We didn’t do too badly, he says
Looking proudly at the dear young ‘uns.
He doesn’t say he loves me
Mentions I looked lovelier than most
At the office party last night.
He doesn’t say he loves me
Laughs away my moody quirks
After a hard day at work.
He doesn’t say he loves me
Remembers the pretty white dress
At first-meet I wore.
He doesn’t say he loves me
You smell nice today, he murmurs
Absently kissing me goodbye!
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