Called her last night
  and i read her a line from my favorite book of poetry
  and i, i started to cry
  she asked me what was wrong
  don't worry, it's not you, it's me
  i never knew
  half the stories told to me
  stories like the sun is blue
  and i, i never knew
  half the time i spent with her
  i wish to god i spent it all with you
  she called me last night
  she read me a line from her favorite book of poetry
  and i, she started to cry
  i said what's wrong with you
  she said don't worry, it's not you, it's me
  well it's plain to see
  every time you look at me
  you wish to god it was her with you
  well i never knew
  all the time you look at me
  i wish to god i gave her away from you
  see my baby now
  all the poetry is written about you somehow
  and every time i read the little line of poetry
  i just think about just you and me
  
  she called me last night
  and we talked for what seemed like the very first time
  and we, we began to see
  life is too short to run away from everything, she reads
  i don't know what you've done to me
  i don't care anymore, can't you see
  i just want love, just want love
  it's not hard, just let me know
  because every time i read a line from the book
  i realize the poetry, that poetry was written bout you and me
  all this poetry is written bout just you and me