You are planted in my memory,
as much a part of me,
as anything could ever be.
The thought of you reminds me,
that I am strong, I am a blessed,
so I remember your face.
Odd of me? To love you.
Not in that way,
but in a way of deep thanks.
Thank you.
For you are the reason,
I have him, and her.
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Megan Rose's Poetry: Book Three
PoetryWelcome! I hope you enjoy my writings. I'd love to hear any feedback. This is part 3 of my main poetry books. The other two can also be found on my profile, along with all my other works! =)
