The Way

I love the way you look at a girl with sincerity

I love the way your hands slide on her waists, locking her in your presence

I love the way you talk to her, careful of every single word you might say

I love the way you protect her, like she's a rare type of diamond you just saw

I love the way you treat her with kindness and love and not of rudeness and violence

But there's only one thing I don't love

And that's the way you do it with her, and not me.