A Debate I Might Hate

You are going slow,

I am patiently waiting,

Are you debating

With what I sow.

You were appeasing

With how you did glow,

Appreciating my flow

Of poetic rhyming.

I was mentally unwell,

While I was with you,

But now I am sane.

We were suffering a spell

Of feeling mentally blue

But had loving to gain.

© Andrew Stevenson 26/09/2017

An English sonnet with a specific rhyming scheme.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.