Sunday, 2 July 2017

You Are My Queen

What cards have you dealt me,
And am I ace or a joker,
Your hand I can't see
As I am a pitiful smoker.

I'm not in a close pack, to attack
Your stack of chips on your shoulder,
And be I flushing red - or am I black,
I will not hold back being a soldier.

I'm a jack-the-lad of peace and harmony,
And have a respectful patience,
Building bridges along the way
To further my loving essence.

I would buy you diamonds if I could;
But I do not have the wealth of a king,
I can afford to buy you  what's good
In a fashionable sense without bling.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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