Wednesday, 2 August 2017

Am I Being Intrusive

You are being elusive,
Am I being intrusive,
Where do you hide
Not enjoying our ride.

You believed in me,
Our way was to be,
We respectfully shared
And lovingly cared.

You were my desire,
I will never tire
Of possibly courting you -
A bird that flew.

Are you grazing in pastures new,
Without the need to pursue
What I hold to be true -
Fresh feelings for you.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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