Your pale skin is as snow,
Your blue eyes are aglow
With so a delight of sight
That you make me alright
From my gripe of a plight
Of not being yours tonight,
Hot embers are so flushing
When I chance you blushing
With not concealing yourself
In fashionable stealthy stealth.
I so follow you like your shadow,
You know when I so put up a show
As you are revealing my high brow
Raised in suspension appreciation
For your so generous supplication
Of you bodily movement motion
Of which I hereby state devotion.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 31/08/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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