There is no looking back
As I am so back on track
But there is on thing I lack
And that is you in my sack.
I have been searching from afar
But you haven't left our fate ajar,
I aptly often wonder how you are
As I want you back being on a par.
I'm now sanely sane but am in pain
As you refrain from what we gain -
A lovable loving love not to abstain
As I am not lame now I'm not insane.
We were good when we were together,
Lots of rain cried out from my weather
Of so being at a tether with my bipolar
But with your nurture I got oh so better.
I've missed you my ever so gentle miss,
You to me were bliss and my only wish
Is to kiss you again as you were my dish
That I loved to have my fill with lavish.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 19/07/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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