could you care
just a little more (out loud)
shout from the silence of your room
sing, even if off key
rattle some old tin cans
do something, anything
so that I know you're there
(really there)
could you care
care enough to not care
who's watching or listening in
drop the oversized overcoat
that hardly keeps you warm
and just for a moment,
be not afraid
if I stand too close
laugh too loud, call too often
stare too long, love too kindly
could you care
if it meant I would take you
for all that you are
and all you think you are not
This is another one that I read and reread time and time again... it brings to mind my most heartfelt desire... a need... the essence of being wanted... and I delight in these lines... even though they were not written for me... the feeling is still the same. If anyone asks... I will blame it on being invaded by the spirit of St. Valentine... or maybe not... :)
It sounds as if the things we do the things that all can hear are but a reminder that we need another person...iip
How truly fortunate he must be... to the letter... your words spell a love that a man could cherish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good Susan. I can sense you stamping your foot in frustration. Men can remain stuffily impervious when it suits them. Gotta go now. The game is on TV. :)