Will
you have a care
Or
will you beware
As
my all is laid bare.
Come
back to me
And
you will see
Peaceful
harmony.
We
were good together
And
for all my forever
You
will be a treasure.
We
split up when I was madly ill
Which
gave you a sad grave chill
As
I seemed to have lost my will.
With
deteriorating health –
Sometimes
in sly stealth,
I
tormented your nice-self.
I
am respectfully willing
For
an apt new beginning
From
my insane sinning.
©
Andrew Stevenson 16/08/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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