You were my ray of sunshine
When you were mine,
You were intellectually bright
Not standing a fight,
As you were a pleasant delight
Hardly having a gripe,
We did not have a domestic
Regardless of being sick.
We met in the psychiatric ward,
Both being bored,
We hit it off straight away
From rot and decay.
The hospital isn’t the place to be
To act romantically.
© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017
A sonnet.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
This took an interesting turn. (two crazy people in love...)
ReplyDeleteWe were crazy and crazy in love!
DeleteThank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
Not the romantic of places to meet.
ReplyDeleteLoved the poem.
Have a good day.
Yvonne.
Thank you, Yvonne. Glad you enjoyed it. Have a good day yourself, and a great week! Love love, Andrew. Bye.
DeleteThis made me laugh, and it reminded me of a cousin who met her husband of many years in a doctor's office when they were both down with a miserable bug.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Fundy. Glad you had fun. We can meet partners anywhere on our travels! Love love, Andrew. Bye.
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