Am I like a greedy pig in a sty
Not being an apple in your eye,
Or are you just shy to not so try
To rekindling a goodbye to a hi.
You are so my all and fondly I sing
Of your praises for ages and ages,
Don’t you know you’re everything
To me which is written on 300 pages.
You are my muse I hereby relate to state
And I hope you are reading my writing
Of what it is I am citing, a possible date
As I hate a wait which to me is suffering.
I am persevering with my subtle advance
That I hope will lead to a nightclub dance
With some smooching with sweet groping
That will be pleasant pleasing so appeasing.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 05/10/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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