Arkansas Writer: Which Time?

I met you, on a Friday, afternoon.

It was in, the latter, days of June.

You were pretty as cherry pie,

Yea ya really caught my eye,

And it broke my heart, each time you said goodbye.

Which time, did you hear me say, that I love you?

Which time, did you hear me say, that I care?

Which time, did I convince you, that I need you?

Which time, made you believe, I’ll always be true?

Which time? Which time? Baby which time?

I keep my loving eyes, fixed on you.

Loved everything you’d say, and you’d do.

You were a treasure beyond compare,

with that long, flowing hair

And I longed to find the words that would win your heart.

Which time, did you hear me say, that I love you?

Which time, did you hear me say, that I care?

Which time, did I convince you, that I need you?

Which time, made you believe, I’ll always be true?

Which time? Which time? Baby which time?

You say that I’ve got your, eternal love.

It will last, long as the stars above.

I really need to know one thing,

so our love will always sing,

Just what it was I said, that opened your heart.

Which time, did you hear me say, that I love you?

Which time, did you hear me say, that I care?

Which time, did I convince you, that I need you?

Which time, made you believe, I’ll always be true?

Which time? Which time? Baby which time?

Baby. Oh Baby! Baby which time?

By A. L. Shipman Jr.

10-24-2007

Arkansas Writer