Neo Molefe Wa Peloeahae Peloeahae

Rookie (01January 1988 / Katlehong Natalspruit)

Thank You

I know that I hardly say thank you
But thank you
Thank you for loving me
Not tolerating me
Thank you for making me the person I am today
Thank you for smiling
When you could have easily cried
Thank you for shielding me
When you could have exposed me
Thank you for always opening the door
Every time when I knocked
Thank you for always looking at me
With eyes full of love
Thank you for the warmth
You have brought to my life
Thank you for always finding me
When I was lost
Thank you for being an answer
To every question
Thank you for believing in me
When I times I didn't believe in myself
Thank you for being a shining star
Thank you for inviting God in everything you do
Thank you for being a God sent
In my life
Thank you for not giving up on me and on us
Thank you for brightening the room
When everything was so difficult to see
Thank you for always being there for me
Thank you ever so much
Thank you for having eyes only for me

Submitted: Thursday, April 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, April 26, 2013


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This poem is dedicated to my late girlfriend

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