Three of Thee: Andrea

More of the series of my most endeared loves.

Confused youthful charm

Shoulder to cry

My arms peace

Got me smiling

In darker times

Cliques so distorted

Many boyfriends past

Myself their threat

Death stares always

Your go to

With heart problems

Unavailable to me

Twice one week

We were together

Decade of longing

Threats of law

Years pass by

Found true friend

Another man now

Middle of me

Better for you

Old friends again

Talks truly heartfelt

Past laughed about

Host to me

Meeting yet another

Few would do