You
are studied and learned,
She was sick with stick.
So
put to bed that I’m off my head,
I
am tame and like honour in I name
And
am no-longer feeling insane.
I
am now on the pull,
And
am seeking you,
But
you hide and stall
Still
feeling blue with a woo.
I
was in a bitter relationship
Full
of insincere courtship,
Sophie
wasn’t like you – hip,She was sick with stick.
And
only to you do I belong
And
have been so for so long.
©
Andrew Stevenson 02/11/2017
A sonnet.
A past poem about Clare, that I didn't post.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
I sincerely hope that Clare does return, you must have loved her very much, fingers crossed for you Andrew.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Thank you Yvonne, for your kind sentiments. I did love Clare, and still do, and always will! She is an inspiration, and our separation was due to me being ill by not taking my daily pill! Love love, Andrew. Bye.
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