Carolyn Crawford Poet Lyric

I Know I Loved You Right

by Rachel Dunkerque AKA Carolyn V. Crawford
(lyric and melody)

I took the time to scratch your hair
I took the time to clip your nails
And I even picked the pimples from the velvet of you face
Ironed your socks, your underwear
Kept them looking close to new
Till you turned and left me on the stairs before she took two tens and two
I worked two jobs and sometimes three
Held not a distant thought of me
I would have sold newspapers on the side just to keep you loving me
Trusting in all the things I tried
Not one could keep you satisfied
But I forgive myself 'cause I know I loved you right.

I took the time to hear your dreams
Crossed every line to work your schemes
To get you driving all your fancy cars decked out in silk and diamond rings
Wore out the floor when you were gone
And begged that HE would bring you home
Till you came one Sunday cleaner than you left, ordered me to leave you alone
Clocked extra time to make your bed
Softer than clouds beneath your head
And I would have walked 'cross burning coal just to keep you and me wed
Trusting in all the things I tried
Not one could keep you satisfied
But I forgive myself 'cause I know I loved you right.

I loved you right, gave you my all
Still you walked away without a glance
To see how hard, how far I would fall
I loved you right, gave again and again
But I forgive myself 'cause I know I loved you right.
And I forgive myself 'cause I know I loved you right.

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Emile Pinet February 2, 2015 at 1:09 PM Loneliness as expressed by the feeling of "insignificance" rips at the foundation of the author's existence and causes a migration inwards to the safety of his heart where he barricades himself from the pain of reality and meekly surrenders to his feelings. Emile. Carolyn Crawford February 2, 2015 at 1:40 PM So True