You held my hand br Beneath a summer streetlight br An hour or two br Before the dawn. br br We walked all night, br We talked all night br About the things br That make us cry. br br And I have seen br You cry br Too many times. br I swear, br Those tears are mine br Because I brought them br To your eyes. br br I never wanted br Anything more br Than to kiss you br While watching the poetry br Of a sunrise, br Or to see br An afternoon breeze br Lovingly tousle your hair. br br But a lover br Can grow insensitive br And take love for granted, br Not listen carefully. br br You tried to tell me br Every time you were hurting br How to change my ways, br How to make you smile. br br I did not pay attention br To little but important needs br Until you were convinced br That you were not br Important to me. br br I know it is too late br For you to forgive me, br But I hope you try.