Wednesday, 21 June 2017

An Eyeful Euphonious Words

Are you thinking in presupposition mode,
About turning a prince from a toad,
Supernaturally and sensibly
It can be perceived indiscriminately.

Is Clare my princess, and as I croak
Stuck in this moat, I can choke
My words and sentences out
From a verbal bout with clout.

Is she the one for me, forever to be
In a trance of tranquillity, and merrily
We can be a partner together to weather
The whether or not to I endeavour.

I am elevated, and with a lift we can shift
Ourselves in a sea of rocking waves, adrift
With the same sensibilities of supposition
Of my impending position of not being over you.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 21/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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