You were hot with your heat,
A comforting warmth to keep,
I fondly so remember yourself
Mostly always in good health.
I liked your passion for life,
You’d suffered a little strife,
You were so knowledgeable
About being deeply regretful.
Your past was to haunt you,
Making you tearfully blue,
I embraced your emotions
With empathic supplications.
I long to see your pretty face
And feel your sweet embrace,
You’re beautiful inside and out
Which I’ll always write about.
You took away most of my pain,
From my suffering of being insane,
But I had your forgiving blessing
From my self-harm transgressing.
© Andrew Stevenson 12/08/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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