I
am high as well as low
As
you are going slow,
I
wanted you to know
That
my love does grow.
Will
you aptly adhere
To
my crying a tear
That
you are not near
Being
my kind Dear.
We
loved with a passion,
You
were an apt sensation
In
duly satisfying my need
With
considerable greed.
You
were my one and also all,
Will
you adhere to this loud call
Of
beckoning within reasoning
Of
a new respective beginning.
©
Andrew Stevenson 29/07/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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