A Hazy Lady

I hope I meet a Lady

Who’ll be my honey,

I’ll treat her very nice

And always pay the price

Of wining and dining

With loving courting.

I hope she’ll be pleasing

With reciprocal loving. 

I was insanely mental,

But now I am gentle;

I’ll offer her my arm

And keep her from harm.

I can jest with being funny

And can shine like it’s sunny. 

© Andrew Stevenson 10/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.