I wanted to reap you to keep
But it has so turned out a feat
As you are/is so 'out-of-sight'
That I am in a might of gripe,
Why do not you get in touch
Which If I were you is a must
And my sentiments you trust
As was when we were together
Braving a tether of my weather
But I did not waver behaviour
That was loving with sharing
And caring with duly giving.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 04/08/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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