Are
you being fair
In
becoming a pair,
You
used to care
And
kindly share.
You
used to love me,
And
with sensitivity
We
can again be free
To
be happily happy.
I
am now sensible
And
not irritable
As
I am capable
Of
staying stable.
I
am out at the sea
Fishing
respectfully
For
you to take a bite
And
not take flight.
You’re
in stealth;
I
have good-health;
Let’s
get together
Never-ever
to sever.
You
are a treasure
And
for my forever
I’ll
praise your name
Of
being quite tame.
I
am now not aptly insane,
I
am sorry for all your pain
That
I regrettably caused
While
I was madly phased.
©
Andrew Stevenson 11/08/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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