Conceive To Belive

Are you soberly thinking

About how I am sinking

Into depths of sad despair

About you not having care.

 

Am I still a suspect of neglect,

Or do you reason with intellect

That I no-longer am a bad threat

To myself – that I have regret.

 

You mean all and everything to me,

And my love is still striving to be

In your presence, with your essence

Of no pretence in your appetence.

 

You have the patience of a holy saint,

I am still suffering feeling very faint

From longing for you to be reciprocal

From your high-up, celestial pedestal.

 

You stand tall, wondering why

As to try, but don't you deny

My chivalry and also etiquette

That was not a hostile threat.

 

I duly treated you so very nice,

So why are you acting like ice,

Being so cool as to sadly stall

Not making yourself a fool.

 

Can't it be wisely conceivable

That I am genuinely believable,

As my intentions are trustworthy

Written in verses for you to see.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/06/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.