
I think that I shall never see a star,
As bright and shining as your love for me.
To embrace a star is to reach too far.
It would be farther than across the sea.
On the phone I did not mean to be curt
But I was distracted by my cat
Who was busy attacking my best shirt.
And after that she destroyed the mat.
Now I feel horrid about what I said.
I did not mean it to come out that way
And I can not get you out of my head.
I couldn’t come up with anything to say.
I wrote this poem to apologize
And tomorrow I will buy you French fries.
(or)
And I promise you I tell you no lies
I wrote this poem to apologize.
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