I do so ever like you in my sight,
So why do you turn out my light,
You were like our Son so bright
And I loved you with my might,
But now I will express a gripe
As I am not as high as a kite
With being with you my hype
As with you I was feeling right.
Would you not leave it too late
By being my fate on a new date
As I relate and state a hate wait
So heed this feed of a sown seed.
I decree you should abide an agree
To come back to me to be heavenly.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/07/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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