Do
you still shed the odd tear,
Years
have passed by my Dear;
I
was a nice shoulder to cry on
And
a Clown full of happy fun.
I
have fond memories to keep,
Some
make me tearfully weep
As
I cherish you inside so deep –
Now
a high mountain so steep.
You
are indeed a conquest
Justifying
at what is best,
But
I am now more not less
And
was under mad duress.
You
are gentle and sweet
And
also so lovably meek,
You
had a beautiful smile
Making
my day worthwhile.
©
Andrew Stevenson 23/07/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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