I miss you it is true
And again want you to woo,
Am I wishful thinking
With my hoping with wanting
To be dating yourself
Now I'm sane with good health,
You are my everything
And your praises I still do sing.
Clare, my all is laid bare
And I am hoping you still care,
It is you whom I choose
As you are still my citing muse.
Are you reading my Dear
Of my poetic pieces so sincere.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/08/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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