Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Loud And Proud

I loved you with my all;
You stood respectfully tall;
We weathered the fall
With nature's call.

We liked our walks together,
Holding hands to nurture
Our feelings into further
Enhancement with fervour.

You were an entrancement
Of plenty of merriment,
Seemingly heavenly sent
With much appeasement.

I think of you as a treasure,
Despite my stormy weather
Of being a lonely cloud -
But I am still loud and proud.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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