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