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
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