Thank You

I never wanted to be me, in the first place, to be the root of chaos and disgrace Like an always left alone phrase, Like a sea of gray, like an empty space. But I never thought that you would find me, In a place no one dared go and see Where dwells only the filthy, Where dwells on the unworthy. You gave me tender and care despite who I was Like making gold from a molten brass, Like how you pick a caterpillar from a grass. I am thankful for God has given me a gift so vast. You then loved me with passion and pride, For having a gold like me by your side Now, this is a short story, From my long happy memory.