Not touchy not much he must just be sensitive In the give and take he could take as well as give But would give them hell as well and never forgive For awhile anyway for a day or two say Even though this Steven-ness could go to day three When should you smile then he could not stay cross somehow At a loss for words again but through poetry Because it was his only way how then as now However he had been whenever he would be To be just how he must be now then to be who For stubbornness in questing for the best I guess Does what he does his way whatever he may do Through life to everlasting possibility Or pursuit of the impossible more or less Never mind the rest should the best of him allow Because the one and only could be lonely too Not touchy not much he must just be as you see An oyster who has made of all his pain a pearl Of great price costing all of it all for a girl Or in my case me as the Princess and the Pea +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII