Treasure Island

Kimberly Lindsey

(March 10 / Texas)

Thank you, My Love


You are very special,
Patient, through and through.

When I was flipping out, you were calm,
You waited, gave me the chance, to really see you.

I am thankful to God, for you,
And I am grateful to you.

You could have said; I am out of here,
Too, many times to count.

But all you said; was I love you,
And I am not giving up on us.

You will never how, how glad I am,
What we have, I never knew.

Thank you, my love, for waiting.
I am lucky, you are understanding.

I can not wait to see you,
Although, I am nervous, yes, it’s true.

But, God brought us this far,
And besides, I have faith in you!

Submitted: Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, July 21, 2010
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