Saturday, 11 March 2017


I woke, and ache to take her in my arms
But I will have to suffer like suffering alms
I gaze wontedely and smother her with my imagination
And ponder in wonder to her waking supplication.

Would she eventually open her eyes - a nice surprise
If it happened, I'd be flattered and dedicated to wise
Staring eyes, bulging with satisfaction and dedication
To a godly fearing person with derision precision.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

 Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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