Saturday, 29 July 2017

Terribly Missing You

I am high as well as low,
As you are slow,
I wanted you to know
That my love does grow.

Will you adhere
To my crying an odd tear
That you are not near
Being my respective dear.

We loved with a passion;
You were a sensation
In satisfying my need
With considerable greed.

You were my one and all,
Will you adhere to this call
Of beckoning within reasoning
Of a new respective beginning.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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