Do Not Be Cold To Take A Hold

Clare do you still care

With the passionate flare

Of me being a treasure

Of your loving endeavour.

 

I miss and love your loving,

You were duly always giving

And had a care for sharing

Which was aptly endearing.

 

You instrumented me in a way

That plucked my strings to play

A melody of some tranquillity

With you wisely being with me.

 

I sing of worldly belong

And echo a chorus throng

Of becoming more loving

To me being unbecoming.

 

Do you have a nice care not to stare

At what you see in me to beware,

As me and the unsightly are unjustly

A plight of gripe of profound profanity.

 

I am unhappy at how people make me sad

By tarnishing me with being insanely mad,

But I have sincere and also good intentions

That are told with my many nice mentions.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 15/07/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.