We
so liked talking while walking,
You
were a testimony of how to be,
Being
Christianly in your endeavour
Of
braving our sad, stormy weather.
I
was cut up and out of luck
When
we did sadly break-up,
I
still hold you in my favour
And
this will never waver.
I
was mad being bad
To
my respectful-self,
But
now I am very glad
Not
suffering ill-health.
I
would love to hold you
To
whisper sweet-nothings,
We
had a love so fully true
With
a mass of blessings.
©
Andrew Stevenson 10/08/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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