I miss you so much Clare,
You're the love of my life,
You alleviated a lot of strife
With all of your caring care.
I will never love like I do you
And it's you who I want to woo,
My love for you is truly so true.
Where are you now I do wonder,
My crying out loud like thunder
Is so I will be heard on yonder.
I pen pieces to you for supplication,
As so in every mention is dedication
As I love you still as you're perfection.
I love everything about your sweet-self,
And now I am in relatively good health
I will still express that you are the best.
Are you still ripe for myself to pluck
And If you are I would so be in luck
As you are a charm I'd love on my arm.
You were chic when you were my chick,
And I am sorry for myself being so sick
But my voices were giving me stick shit.
In conclusion I want you to duly know
That my lovable loving love does grow
As without any pretence I'm in suspense
Of whether you will make an appearance.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/08/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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