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Monday, 6 November 2017

I Cope In A Hopeful Scope

Will she hearken
That I can hearten
A gentle feeling
Of some loving.
I have an izzat
Of some standing,
As I don’t lack
An understanding. 

I have no avarice
As I am humble,
But my life is bliss
And I don’t grumble.
I respectfully seek
She who is meek.

© Andrew Stevenson 06/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

2 comments:

  1. How could anyone ignore your wonderful words via poetry.
    She will come I'm sure.

    Yvonne.

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    1. Thank you Yvonne, for your kind words. I am waiting! Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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