Clare
are you still there
With
your hair so fair,
It
was lovely and shiny –
So
delightfully pretty.
Your
luscious lips were pout
And
they were dreamy to kiss,
You
to me had courtship clout
And
were a sense of my bliss.
You
had a passionate care,
You
don’t have to beware
As
I’m now not gravely-ill
Wanting
to so insanely kill.
I
got wrapped up in myself
Suffering
this sad ill-health,
And
I was open to ridicule
Like
being back at school.
I
cut myself up, out of sane luck,
As
after you my life did badly suck,
But
now I have now tidied myself up
And
am fond to play with like a pup.
©
Andrew Stevenson 20/08/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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