In Time Refined

I think Cheryl is a Babe,

Enough to recall and save,

She is attractively pretty

And indeed sweet Honey,

She could make me sunny

With shining wisely bright

With how I write and type –

A beacon for her of star-light.

 

Her dress does impress

With more being less,

She abides to fashion

With a sensible passion.

I think she is sublime –

Could she end up mine.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/06/2017

 

A past poem that I didn't post.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.