There Once Lived a Man

I write because I need to
It's what I have to do
Put feelings down on paper
Thoughts I have towards you
It doesn't stop the longing 
That ever present ache
But it helps to write them down because
I know my love's not fake

And if somebody reads this
They'll know there lived a man
Who loved a pretty Bluebird
Who's middle name was Ann
Unshowy, unobtrusive 
In whisper, not in shout
But loved he did this Bluebird
Until his days ran out
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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