You’re
being elusive,
Am
I being intrusive,
Where
do you hide
Not
enjoying a ride.
You
believed in me,
Our
way was to be,
Respectfully
sharing
And
so very loving.
You
were my only desire,
I’ll
wisely never-ever tire
Of
possibly courting you –
A
bird that flew sadly blue.
Are
you grazing in pastures new
Without
the need to me to pursue
What
I hold to be lovingly true –
Fresh
and old feelings for you.
©
Andrew Stevenson 02/08/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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