Sundays,
Like sunny days
Seem slow.
I lay in bed feeling low
When my love is away
In the month of May.
My hair is a tussle
Emotions are hard to battle.
It’s lonely in my bed
Maybe i should be out instead.
Life is a struggle
Without you to snuggle.
Sundays are like sunny days
When my love is away.
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Good lines of poetry.
Not only a lecturer but a good poet.
Keep the fire burning Madam.
Thanks very much, Harry