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
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