My Sensitive, Passionate Man - Melba Moore

Did I sing the wrong melody?

Did you play our love off-key?

Was it predictably a slightly diff’rent harmony

That changed my sensitive man?

Did the world simply turn away

From the needs of my passionate man?

Was he lost before he began?

Was there no one to understand

My sensitive, passionate man?

An empty home,

Those wasted years,

The unrhymed poems of children’s tears,

All swept away, the yesterdays

Of my sensitive, passionate man.

Am I left standing alone

In a place where no place is home?

Was it me that changed my sensitive, passionate man?

If it was, here I am.