My love for you is so true,
It is you I want to pursue,
You were my everything
Worth more than any bling,
I hope I wasn't just a fling
As your praises I do sing
But it seems I'm worthless
As you do not get in-touch.
What am I to your sweet-self,
Am I left to rot on a high shelf,
I thought you were into myself
As you cared nursing my health.
Do not you think while together
That we could brave any weather,
And even though I was a storm
You were devoid of any scorn.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 15/08/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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