They love you when you are strong

Yet they yearn to see you when you are weak

She asks for you to open and bare your soul

Once coaxed a trickle becomes a fountain

She'll be frightened as your true self shows

She sees you are human and your power lost

Another will come along his confidence intact

Your vessel now open is hard to close

Prepare yourself for her departure

It is easier to be cared for than to care

You cannot be angry or hate her

Like the scorpion with the frog it's in her nature