I am not a poem really
                              I am a thank you set into verse
                              So here we go
                              To the one with blue eyes and yellow roses in his hands
                              Thank you
                              For your love your gentle words and your support 
                              You came along when I never knew I needed someone to save me
                              There you were to open my eyes to a world I had closed myself away from
                              I think we will both always remember the night everything changed
                              My heart broke for hours thinking you were gone
                              Then as I went to leave you uttered those two words that made me cry with joy
                              Still Here
                              That night I wrote for the first time
                              It flowed out of me
                              My anonymous friend became truly my muse
                              You became so much more so quickly
                              For you became the one person I knew I loved unconditionally
                              Don't ever change just keep your promise you made to me so long ago
                              Let me tell you once more thank you
                              I know you'll say say you never did anything 
                              but you did everything to bring me back from drowning
                              This is for you
                              The stardust lost in fallen dreams
                              Will be forever yours.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Stardust Lost In Fallen Dreams
Poetry'Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.' A.E Housman I've written poetry for as long as I can remember... My style varies, from dar...
 
                                               
                                                  