Iona Stuart

Nov 24, 20201 min

For You - Poetry

Updated: Aug 17, 2022

For the friend who saw me at my worst,

Yet always kept me at my best.

For the little boy who stole my heart,

Even though, at times, he could be a pest.

For the girl who saw me all alone,

And reminded me of what I could be.

For the one who put up with all my ramblings,

Simply because she liked what was me.

For the beautiful maiden I didn’t deserve,

Whose wit forever kept me sharp as a knife.

For the angel whose face kept me shining,

And, in the end, saved my life.

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