A Greater Love
I must be a glutton for pain-why else might I seek your consort again?
It has as its source, the only part of me I may not control, my heart!
Our relation shan't end, more than a score of years ago, did it begin-
Though, it's been said, my thought's genesis as a man saw its start!
Began it did, when I was a child, before I was able to appreciate-
Perhaps, if I had, we would never have parted ways;
Memories of thee persisted, all that is beautiful, always stays-
Gathered I had with others, a poor means by which to compensate!
All paled, whence compared to thee, lacking they were, your beauty!
Always have I been one to brag and boast,
Though, upon myself I have exercised this the most-
Blessed as I am, to make the world know its source, my duty;
An Angel, in human form, sent to me for my love and to care
For me, and I, for her-a greater love, ne'er, nowhere!
Maurice Harris,11 January 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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