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, 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.