Holly my dear,
I remember,
When my thoughts of you,
Were less tender.
However now,
I have remorse,
I didn't see you,
For who you are.
This is my testament,
An apology late in giving.
I wish I had seen you for what you are,
A rose amongst the thorns.
I'm sorry I treated you badly,
But the past is past and the future is now.
I see you true,
My sweetest rose,
I'll let you sleep,
Won't let you go.
Sleep now my Love,
And don't forget,
I'll Love you now and always,
With no regrets.















Comments
I like the third stanza very much as well! Very sweet poem.
--
Inept! Inept! Fatal id10t error encountered, system authentication error. Please check system between keyboard and chair as a connector may be malfunctioning.
Cheers!
--
"Blow, blow, thou winter wind; thou art not as unkind as mans ingratitude."
Mark Twain.
Previous PageNext Page