A Debate I Might Hate

You are going so slow,

I am patiently waiting,

Are you duly debating

With what I’ve to sow.

You were appeasing

How you did so glow,

Appreciating my flow

Of apt poetic rhyming.

 

I was mentally unwell,

While I was with you,

But now I’m not insane.

 

We were suffering a spell

Of feeling mentally blue

But had loving to so gain.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 26/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.