Under the Weather
Feel better soon dear Bluebird
Someone loves you much
The troubadour that's in me
Is writing such and such
In little ditties, longer lines
Some that take a page
But all express my heart in words
And once you're on the stage
I stand behind and in the back
Your beauty in full view
I like to think the painting
By Klimt is me and you
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2025
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