Sunday, 12 March 2017

My Pursue of A GIrl that Flew

I captured your beauty, which is held hostage in my mind:
But, paradoxically, I am held prisoner by your ransom
Of time passing by, which consumes my thoughts to pine
Over our pairing, sharing and caring existence not yet begun.

Take the plunge and dive deep into my pool of wisdom;
And let I lead you into blissful pleasures of my endeavours –
As I have yet to unfold my bodily hold of strength to come,
Which bulges with  masculinity sincerity of protective measures.

We cannot yet be with each other,
As you are sadly with another.
But I will strive on and on
Until I am welcomed and he is gone.

Ann, the price I have to ambivalently pay
Is your consuming beauty domineering my day.
You are a beacon delight of sight might to aid my plight
Of suffering loneliness in all its ugliness of heart-wrenching gripe.

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

I wrote this for my nephew, who has been conversing with a beautiful girl who has pledged to be with him after she splits up with her boyfriend who doesn’t treat her very nice.

This was designed as an impatient prompt.

My nephew is a body-builder.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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