I
am true to my red heart
And
am not worlds apart,
I
have a healthy well being
Of
love worth believing.
I
spent a year with Clare
And
she was fully aware
That
I was not myself
While
suffering ill-health.
I
was paranoid and delusional,
Confused
and insanely irrational,
But
she still lent a listening ear
And
we both shed the odd tear.
We
had true feelings to aptly share
And
had ignitions that would flare,
But
we still had a respectful care
To
inflame the blame being insane.
©
Andrew Stevenson 26/07/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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