You
were deeply faithful
And
not rashly neglectful:
My
insanity was stressful
Which
made you tearful.
Sorry
for your suffering;
You
were aptly a blessing
When
I was madly stressing
Of
harmful transgressing
To
me and myself and I.
I
now duly wonder why
You
do not wisely try
To
so get back with me
As
we were meant to be.
I’m
respectful to myself
Now
I’m in good health.
©
Andrew Stevenson 01/09/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
......Perhpas one day Andrew she may get intouch with you.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Perhaps if I eventually get my poems published she might read them and know what it is she still means to me? Blessings. Love love, Andrew.
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