Where
are you Clare,
As
I have a loving care,
I
hold my love aloft –
Nice
and gently soft.
I'm
waiting for you,
Are
you searching too,
I'm
feeling quite blue
Without
you to pursue.
You
were beautiful to me,
Attractively
very pretty,
Full
of hopeful promises
Of
our love lasting ages.
I
loved you loving the Son,
A
testament to your wisdom;
Preach
to me your sensibilities
That
can have nice possibilities.
Please
adhere this beckoning cry,
And
I will let out a pleasant sigh
Of
a welcoming and longed-for relief
From
suffering my loneliness grief.
©
Andrew Stevenson 30/03/2017
A re-edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
Especially lovely, Andrew: "I hold my love aloft – Nice and gently soft." It would be nice if you two could reconnect again.
ReplyDeleteThank you Louise, for your kind words and sentiments. I've wrote over two hundred poems denoting Clare. I've accepted she's not interested, she might even have a partner. My daughter saw her alone with her toddler recently. I hope we could rekindle, though, still. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
DeleteI hope Clare reads this Andrew. It's wonderful.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Thank you Yvonne, for your kind words. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
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