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Friday, 30 June 2017

Without Neglect I Will Be Your Subject

I am subjectively aching as you are forsaking
Our objective taking of the saturating
Essence of our love, as you were nurturing
To I grooming of loving you to favouring
Our savouring characteristics of endearing.
You are my saving grace, and whatever I may face,
You can be my support, and my rapture,
And together we can be without haste.

Piecemeal is a word of my pleasure,
As it has two words to encounter,
I am a sum of possibilities
Without the negativities
Of needless hostilities
To my humane sensibilities.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/06/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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