I so remember us within nature,
Your tresses blowing in the wind -
Whereupon I was far from blind
As your fair hair were a feature
Of my pleasurable apt pleasure
Upon that you did find in-kind
That you were attractively mine
So I was never under the weather.
It was love and lust at first sight
As you were lovably captivating,
And you shone with being bright
That was a beacon to my pining.
And then we were duly mingling
With plenty of loving conversing.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 19/07/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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