A Poem For Amends

So now it's my turn to admit you were right. Why do I always miss? I don't think I'll ever understand what is right. So now it's my turn to admit I was wrong. I'm getting used to this. I'm amazed that you can put up with, all the faults that are mine. I don't seem to be worthy, of a single minute of your time. I always find a way to make it up to you. Sometimes with a romantic verse or two. "I'm in love with just the thought of you. Your heart is my only home, The best I have ever known." 8/31/15