Early Works - My Dear Jill Poem by David Harris

My dear Jill
I’ve heard your ill,
I’d come down and see you
as I think highly of you.
Sadly, I went and caught a cold
and afraid my fate is sold.
I’ll not sign my name at the bottom
in case of a gain ill gotten.
With these flowers I send to you
comes my love and prayers too.
Though these flowers are pretty,
you could shame them with your beauty.
You probably know this, now you know whom
by the many pictures I have of you.
The romantic things you say to me
as I hold the hand of thee
showing just how much you care
and want my love to share.
The love I have for you is strong
and I’ll worry for you all night long.
Every night by my bed,
I’ll pray for your safety through the coming day.
You know not of the greatness your words give
or how in my mind they live.
I am but a single soul
seeking refuge within a shoal.
When I heard of your sickness,
I felt a deep sadness, though
I’m not a religious man
I believe the lord will take your hand
and nurse you back to health.
Though life may have treated you wrong
and for a while the pleasures of life are gone
all because you are sick.
Don’t worry my love
my prayers will help you get better quick.


Date unknown. (Probably 1965)

This was a personal poem I wrote for someone at the time I cared for who was ill at the time. Sadly, we lost touch with each other in the closing of 1966 and beginning of 1967 and have never seen one another since.