Just How Much You Mean To Me Poem by Gail Grierson

There’s no way I can measure
Just how much you mean to me;
You delight and give me pleasure,
This I tell you honestly.

I value your opinion
And I listen when you say,
“You may not want to hear this,
But I’ll say it anyway.”

You never stop to judge me
Even when I’m clearly wrong;
And even if we don’t agree,
We seem to get along.

The time we spend together,
So sincere, yet so much fun,
I appreciate your friendship
And I thank you, dearest one.