Sunday, 2 April 2017


I walked for a mile
With a big smile -
It was all worthwhile.

The flowers were blooming,
Their colours consuming,
I picked some for grooming.

Blessed me walking free -
A spirit of ecstasy
Floating in glee.

Feeling the sun up high
I wondered what was nigh -
Merriment or a sigh.

Would she accept my charms,
As I am suffering alms
Out of her arms.

I'll accept my fate
Opening the garden gate;
I feel like bait.

She embraced me at the door,
My love I did implore
To carry on some more.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/04/2017

Rhyming triplets.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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