A Remedy For My Insanity

I was poor in health but not in spirit,

I was humorous and funny with wit,

But I’d be sadly mentally unstable

Bringing uncertainty to your table,

But mostly I was duly predictable

As you could tell when I was sick,

And you tried to lessen suffering

With your gentle and sweet loving.

 

I loved your hair bouncing with flare,

And pleasantly I liked to just so stare

At your pretty, beautiful sweet-self

Looking fit and in fine good health.

We were so modestly good together

With both being so a giver and lover.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.