My Sensitive, Passionate Man

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.