On her first day of working
Their eyes did meet
He took one glance
And thought she was sweet
She looked at him kindly
And rolled up her sleeve
She said "pleased to meet you"
He answered "I am Steve"
They broke into chatter
And had a good laugh
Which caused a commotion
Amongst all the staff
Sparks were now flying
For all round to see
He plucked up the courage
And said "be with me"
Not a soul could part them
They both became one
A meeting of mindsets
Based on good fun
Few months had passed by now
It was going so well
He told her he loved her
Without words she could tell
When it came to crunch time
He could not be true
His sense was cold hearted
And she became blue
He said they were different
And left her for days
He needed some time out
Which parted their ways
This made her feel worthless
Deserted with drought
Wasting good moments
Full of self doubt
"I can't believe it's over,
I really want to talk.
Can we meet for coffee,
Or instead perhaps a walk?
I have so much to say to you
It's all to do with healing
Time to try to understand
Just how your feeling
I wish you would talk to me,
And say exactly what you mean.
I don't want to push you away,
Maybe I was too keen?
I need to find the answers,
Of why you broke my heart.
What is there wrong with me?
It was great right from the start."
"I cannot find the words to say
Except without the yelling
You see it's hard for me to speak
About my tears that might be welling
I'm really not that great at this
You should leave me while you can
I am probably no good for you
I'm only half a man".
Steve spent his time alone
No words he could utter
Kept all things to his chest
And pulled down the shutter
Weeks went by without a word
Both parties felt shameless
Angering the hornets nest
Each becoming blameless
Suddenly the light turned on
It happened in a flash
He came to his senses
And realised he'd been rash
Too soon to call it over
He ran straight to her house
Armed with some flowers
Quite sheepish like a mouse
They talked about what had occurred
This man had found a voice
But scared to speak up properly
He took breath and made his choice
They knew they had their differences
On occasion they might vary
But who could match his perfect girl
There was no one quite like Mary
A lady likes to tell her woes
To say just how she's feeling
Be nurtured and be listened to
To help her with the healing
A gentleman will walk away
When he is full of worry
Distract himself with something else
To cover up the flurry
To brush up on the other half
Takes time and lots of learning
For each of them are quite complex
Involving lots of yearning
Both would like to be worked out
In part without a mention
A way to solve their differences
To ease away the tension
If each could understand themselves
To recognise they vary
Then all would make a lot of sense
And Steve could live with Mary