Monday, 13 March 2017

An Apple to Chew

To clare, I miss your classical flare,
As you are in tune with how I breath,
Let me see you standing there, fair,
And I'll preach to you Adam and Eve.

Be fruitful in your intake, and not forsake
The ache I feel, while reeling in pain
Don't despairingly take from me a wake
As I forsake the ache of take in wain.

And as I ponder in wonder at afar
I wonder and ponder how you are;
You to me are a wondrous star -
Come drive with me in my car.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 13/03/2017

A short, simple poem.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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