Followers

Monday, 22 May 2017

A Saintly Angel

A beauty within without blemish, a purity that I cherish as a blessing.
Look, and you will see harmony in her and I together, and thus stressing
That angelic caressing of my outward transgressing is a cure not to ignore.
I am a new shape to mould, in and out of body, as in experience before.

Clare is a pilgrimage of wayfaring worth, and I will pay homage in kind
To her Christianly deeds of charitable needs; an odyssey I will truly find
Enlightening to expectations from her revelations of heavenly supplications.
She is a temple of wisdom remedying my suffering with godly interventions.

I will embrace her morality with a similarity of my own, that we can nurture;
We can weather life’s storm of flooding tears with good character and nature,
And soak up our sorrows to brighten our tomorrows with visionary insight
Of a new testament to love and to hold - a passion to recite with literary might.

She has an aura veiling her, bright like the sun, which emits intellectual grace,
And as I study this illumination highlighting her infallible beauty upon my face,
I am drawn in to her forgiving heart, wrapped in a halo, that warms my being.
I am redeemed in her guidance and inspiration, and I’m now a sight worth seeing.

© Andrew Stevenson 22/05/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye. 

Sunday, 21 May 2017

I'm Waiting For You

To Clare I care, and I wanted you to know,
That my love for you does grow and grow.
You were beautiful to me, and I want you to see,
That I am waiting for you respectfully,
As I have no intentions of any other mentions
Of female interactions, unwanted distractions
From focusing on you, my feelings are true
Come hither and stop me from feeling blue.

I hope you still feel the same way too,
I'm quite lost without you to pursue.
You are beautiful, pretty and attractive,
And when we were interactive in positive
Endeavours, you meant the world to me,
Come back to me and set me free neglectful glee.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 21/05/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 18 May 2017

Rose Three

Rose is a flower who can devour a shower of tears, and lap up sadness, returning happiness, and she is an inspiration to I literary aspirations, as with her, a poetic piece becomes a worth of affluence, as I now have a wealth of health.

She has stealth in her words, which penetrate my very being, and upon seeing her sweet verses, I am
spell-bound in enchantment, as she is a sacrament of nutrition to saviour, as she seems True to her heart, and regardless of being worlds apart, she is an apple cart of wisdom, and after a taste of her affection, I will turn in her direction, and we can share our palatable oaths with toasts of cheer, and sip the vows of hosts, without the ghosts of the past, as we will surpass history, and bend on a knee, and pray for the brighter day of loving, joyful play!

This was an email I wrote for an African girl I was dating online. There are two previous posts on Rose, this being the final one.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

© Andrew Stevenson 29/1/14

Tuesday, 16 May 2017

Rose Two

You are a sight to see, a vision of tranquillity, and like the light of life, you shine to supplement my strife, as your warmth is comforting, and your embrace is nurturing, and as I grow with your nutritional sense, I blossom in your reciprocation's of expressive supplications, with dedications in context with your morality, a vanity of sanity that is complementary to visions of ‘we’, and together we can bloom, as in a bride and groom, if you prove to be, the one for me!

I long to caress your text of philosophies, and will heed your need to feed this creed with a seed to plant, a foundation to build upon, to fill our hearts with empathy, of suffering philanthropy, as I am learned and understand the barren hand that feeds your land, and as bushes burn under the heat, we will passion our thoughts with ought’s, and ignite a fight to this plight, as a concrete jungle sprouts with bouts of suppression, with a crop forgot, and as populaces thirst and hunger, the thunder that will blow from the sky, is a godly cry and sigh as to why flourish being impoverished - a capitalistic and tyrant disgrace in the face of humanity!

I hope you like this poem, it expresses that if I make my fortune, I will be charitable and aid the just cause of trying to alleviate some suffering in your environment. I am a humble and modest person, and am not greedy, and think of the needy, and although it’s nice to live comfortably, appropriately, it’s also nice to think of others, as we are ‘all’ Sisters and Brothers, and those that deserve a helping hand should prosper in your land to think of others too!

As a Utopian I believe in sharing, and caring, and hugging and loving, and being a nice person, as it’s nice to be nice! I love liking you, and you seem surreal, as I’ve been searching for a lady with values such as you have, and I’d like to care for you, and comfort you, and share my LOVE with you, as you are a delight, and deliciously presented, as in you are so attractive, pretty, and beautiful, and I long and lust to be in your arms, an embrace I’d treasure!

Do not wither my rose, flourish with I comforting warmth, and bloom in your essence, which I love!
Take wonderful and gentle care.


© Andrew Stevenson  28/1/14

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 14 May 2017

Rose One

I trust your hand of hope, in the scope of loving aspirations, and Godly intentions: entwine your fingers in mine, and you will find, love ‘in kind’, as I have in mind to gently lead you out of the dark, to embark on a path of righteous integrity with sincerity, as I have faith in thee, and you will see a light emblazoned with a fiery passion with an explosion of a Biblical proportion, as I am Christianly in morality, and have values that are complimentary to being good natured, an innate quality to sate your curiosity, and enhance your ability to see clearly, as in my palm you will feel matrimonial inclinations of loving supplications.

© Andrew Stevenson  28/1/14

This was written for an African girl I was dating online, sadly she parted her ways from our conversing, nursing her pride of being poor!

Thursday, 11 May 2017

I Am Feeling Blue Without You

Clare, come and set me free,
From waiting for you to be with me,
You were an essence of tranquillity.
I was blind before I met thee;
You've opened my eyes to see,
Life at it fullest in glee
With you respectfully by my side
Not acting like a Jeckal and Hyde.

I'm on my own at this mention
And have been for a duration:
I'm suffering loneliness without you,
My feelings for you were so true,
Help me from feeling blue
Without you to pursue.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/05/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 8 May 2017

I Want You Back

To Clare, I want you to know,
That my seeds to you I will sow,
Until you come to humbly be
With me respectfully.
I will entertain you with my wisdom
An oracle of things to come.
Guide me with your knowledge
Which to me is a pilgrimage.

Hold my hand and let me lead the way
To better times of playing without decay.
I was ill when we parted, a sad ending
So let's be truthful without pretending,
As it's not a lie to say I cry,
Can't you reason justly why.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 08/05/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 4 May 2017

Will You Be Reciprocal

I'm in love with a beautiful female,
Our love did blossom and was stable,
We helped each other from strife,
And was to each other nice.
She helped me though my day and night
Alleviating some of my gripe and fright,
Of suffering with the condition of bipolar
With irresponsible negative behaviour.

I hope she still loves me, and will come to be,
An essence of our personal tranquillity.
She can savour my friendly behaviour
Of a sharing and caring endeavour,
And we can share our stormy weather
Through our existent forever.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 04/05/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A sonnet.



Monday, 1 May 2017

Where Are You

I haven't seen my ex for a while,
She used to make me constantly smile,
She was an inspiration to my sanity
And me and she used to play happily.

Where are you now, and what are you up to,
I'm wondering and pondering without you,
You were to me everything sweet and nice,
An essence of my personal paradise.

Oh Clare I love you greatly so,
And I want you to respectfully know
That my loving love does grow and grow,
And my poetic seeds I will endlessly sow.

Read my verses and reap what I type,
With all of your God given might,
And be Christianly in your demeanour
Of which I do cherishingly treasure.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 01/05/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

An Honour

To be immortalised with words can be an honour,
As it can keep your memory alive after you're a gonner,
And to appreciate a kindly word or two your way
Is a positive and justly way to play.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.