I was poor in health but not in spirit,
I was humorous and funny with wit,
But I could be mentally unstable
Bringing uncertainty to the table,
But mostly I was predictable
As you could tell when I was sick,
And you tried to lessen my suffering
With your gentle and sweet loving.
I loved your hair bouncing with flare,
And pleasantly liked to just stare
At your pretty, beautiful-self
Looking fit and in good health.
We were modestly good together
With both being a giver and lover.
© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017
A sonnet.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
I think we are all capable of going down that road Andrew, but glad all is well.
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Thank you, Yvonne. I appreciate your concern. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
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ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words, Martin. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
DeleteFunny and witty on the outside and suffering inside ~ Tough walk to walk. Glad that you're doing better now, Andrew!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Fundy. I had many characteristics when I was unwell. I'm doing fine at the moment. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
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