Come back my sweetness
Who was ripe for plucking,
As I am fallen in fondness
And am wishful thinking,
I hereby utter to beseech
To all that you’re a peach
Who I hope is so in reach
As again I want to preach
That I’m duly a gentleman
Who will do what he can
To make you aptly happy
As it’s you I want to marry.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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