What's Up With Tuesdays, Stephen?

Hey Stephen,
I have a question for you.
Is this what you call love?
Is this true?
I can't stand Mondays,
Why even try?
It's Tuesdays I'm after,
But I don't know why.
It's a mysterious feeling,
But I know it's right.
I'm in love with Stephen on a Tuesday,
I've finally seen the light.
I never see what singers see,
When they write about these two.
Stephen, Tuesdays, love,
Everyone get a clue.
It's a complicated thing,
So never ask.
It's a secret meaning,
With a simple task.
It defines time and logic,
I sit here and contemplate.
What's up with Tuesdays, Stephen?
I think it's just fate.