Will
Cheryl be my delight,
Will
she like what I write,
I
think she’s ‘out of sight’
And
so prettily beautiful
And
now she’s on the pull,
So
I wish her all the best
And
hope she’ll be blessed
With
giving more not less.
I
have aspirations
Of
supplications
Being
reciprocal
Without
denial.
Am
I on trial,
I
will still smile.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/10/2016
A past poem that I didn't post.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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