Clare, I will miss you for my forever
But I hope and pray we’ll get together
Again so to ease my suffering in pain
As it is driving me insane your refrain
From us happening so in a partnership
Where I can use etiquette in courtship
And be aptly chivalrous with chivalry
So you’ll once again like me you see
Now I’m not ill which was a bitter-pill
To your sweet-self this mad ill-health.
Do you still think of me as I do of you
Which is making me blue it is so true,
But I persevere shedding the odd tear
As you I fear are someone else’s dear.
Oh woe to me and my suffering grief –
I had the belief we wouldn’t be brief.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 15/09/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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