My Most Caring Day

Just one peek inside my true love's diary,
and I'll know why I had hurt for so long.
Let's play our rhyming games the same as always,
and maybe life will offer a new place for us to belong.

I'm so sorry that the eagle wings of others
couldn't carry them to the same heights as mine.
But for the price of a quarter, you can feel my love as it is right now--
a love beyond all hope, a hope beyond all time.

And in the forlorn aspect of my most caring day,
you'll never know that I had liked you just as much.
Those long ago years when I gave you a bicycle ride
were the closest I came to a loving touch.

Please tell this lonely man when you are lonely as well,
and I will write those stories of love that are all the same.
But you can still be you in the caress of your smallest shoulders,
as you paint your life with the watercolors of my deepest pain.

But you can still be you in the caress of your smallest shoulders,
as you paint your life with the watercolors of my deepest pain.

And in the forlorn aspect of my most caring day,
you'll never know that I had liked you just as much.
Those long ago years when I gave you a bicycle ride
were the closest I came to a loving touch.

{Picture courtesy of Mike Oberg}