Saturday, 11 March 2017


Restless nights in bed,
Tossing my weary head,
Sweating in the heat,
Soaking my sheet.

Uncomfortable moments
With untimely movements,
And as I lye in despair,
I wonder would Clare care.

I reminisce my history,
A romantic story,
Cut short by my mentality,
A grave reality.

I long for her loving again,
And for her to remain,
In a lasting relationship,
Full of sincere courtship.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

Thank you. Love  love, Andrew. Bye.

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