Love Poem: Just Listen Will You
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Written by: Leonard Taormina

Just Listen Will You

I keep trying to tell you;
But you’re just not listening.
I tell you time is running out;
And you tell me you’re just taking care of business.

What I’m doing right now;
This isn’t forever (you say);
And I know what you’re saying is;
Don’t worry I’ll be back.

No woman, that’s an incorrect assumption;
Just like the spring, love is about to bloom all over;
Real soon it might be in full bloom;
And so woman there won’t be nothing left to come back to.

In our last conversation what was it I said?
I told you I might be gone soon didn’t I?
You said I wish you wouldn’t, thinking I meant I was moving.
Moving on sweetie pie and what did you expect no one would want me?

Digest this old friend; she’s everything you never were and more;
She seems more than I ever hoped I could have or dreamed of.
And get this honey; God is the arranger, the producer and director.
If she and I ever become “we” you can bet I won’t be looking back.

It had to happen eventually you know;
What is this the third or fourth time?
How many times you think God was going to let you hurt me?
I’m trying to tell you something; will you please listen.

I know none of this will cause you any mind;
You’ll continue on with him because you think you need him.
Remember I never have asked you to come back though have I?
I’ve been asking you to rid yourself of that obligation you are under.

Time my love; do you remember about it?
You have to see if things will withstand the test of time.
Well I’m tired of trying to tell you;
I guess it’s time for you to live in and pay for your own mistakes.

The crazy thing is I know you’re relying on that weak spot I have for you.
But you can’t touch me this time; I got God on my side.
I don’t bust any of my moves or display my charming ways; I’m running on faith;
And it’s so good; I got you to thank for that, now isn’t life ironic?

Maybe you need to learn to sing the blues;
You have no ace in the hole and no back up.
You that likes to call yourself being miss independent.
You let it all ride on one untested man; shame –shame.