I
am assiduous with being pious
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
To
yourself, and with a wealth
Of
health I will steer aptly clear
What
you don't want me to adhere.
Blood
rushes through my veins
Pumping
my heart, which gains
The
pressure of you, bursting
At
the seams – quite saturating.
You
are my precious, pretty Dear,
And
with my intentions so sincere
I
will not fear to crying the odd tear
As
I am missing you being so near.
Come
back from whence you went
And
I will be hell-bent from this Lent,
As
you are behaving so devilishly shy
With
your sinning from this beginning;
And
respectfully ask yourself aptly why
You
don't try, as you deny our winning.
©
Andrew Stevenson 30/06/2017
Sometimes it hard to get back on track Andrew. I went off the rails seven weeks ago and still trying to get back.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
It is. And I'm so sorry for your suffering at this present time. Blessings. Love love, Andrew.
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