A Final Favour Farewell?

Once upon a time
A lady said to me.
That the love she felt inside her,
Made her set me free.

I looked and cried,
And died inside.
When the girl I loved,
Had run to hide.

But I respected her,
And heard her cries.
And wished that I could,
Help dry her eyes.

...if she'd let me.

But end it has,
And I wonder if.
It’s right for me,
To let her slip.
As I’d be happy, with an intimate friend.

A lady I could support,
Like a princess on the mend 😉
Because she’s worth it,
If truth be told.
I can really imagine,
Us growing old.

So I ask of her a favour,
For which I now reply.
Of deserving, self-love,
The lady should try.
Because if she considers,
A supportive ear.
I sincerely hope,
it's one I have here.

Sleep on it.

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EA, Stats, Math & Code into a fizz of a biz or two. Founder: Automedi & Axelisys. Proud Manc. Citizen of the World. I’ve been busy

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