I Want You Back

To Clare, I want you to duly know

That my seeds to you I will sow,

Until you wisely come to kindly be

With me acting respectfully to thee.

I will entertain you with my wisdom –

An oracle of things to aptly come:

Guide me with your knowledge

Which to me is a fine pilgrimage.

 

Hold my hand and let me lead the way

To better times of playing without decay,

I was ill when we parted, a sad ending –

So let's be truthful without pretending,

As it's not a lie to say I sigh and also cry

With having bipolar which I can’t deny.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 08/05/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.