Love is duly
in my mind’s eye
When I
lovingly wink at you,
With staring
I so wonder why
I still haven’t
the faintest clue
If I am fanatical
of reciprocal
Inclinations
with supplications,
And as I
look I wonder in luck
Or sorrow of
what is tomorrow
If it is
devoid of you it is true
I am blue
not knowing growing
To a height
of you being a sight
Of worthy
might with my hype
Of plight as
I begrudgingly gripe
Of being
right or wrong in a song
In tune to
gloom or being a groom.
Copyright Andrew
Stevenson 04/08/2024
Thank you.
Love love, Andrew.
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