Will it come to pass
You being my Lass,
It is like I am a fast
You willed to so last,
Remember our past
Where we had a blast
That we can surpass
If it is so your task.
When you were mine
I thought you sublime,
You’re a muse I rhyme
With most of my time.
I will repay you in-kind
For healing a mad mind.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/09/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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