I
am seeing Diane Thursday,
I
aptly always enjoy her stay,
She
is loving, gentle and kind
And
with her I pleasingly find
An
understanding, sweet person
Liking
my belief in God's Son.
Our
Jesus is the Light of my life
Shining
throughout my sad strife.
I
have bipolar and suffer stressful stress,
Sometimes
more and other times less,
Which
can sadly cause me to transgress
With
whoever I meet in the high-street
Bleating
madly that I am a lost sheep.
But
I like His and also her sweet-love -
A
blessing from our God up high above.
©
Andrew Stevenson 10/11/2018
A past poem about Diane who I've now finished with.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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