I truly love, perhaps it is untold,
Yet, it is these three I most dearly hold:
Dianna, Jessica, Junior-in order only, of birth-
Tis they that are causal my magnificent mirth!
They reside with me, though alone in the rain-
Consort do we, as the Sun doth shine again!
I adore their jollity, wit and sense of wonder,
Ubiquitous, mirrored in God's awesome thunder!
Compeers are they, as day dawns- until again, it poses-
I draw compare with the beauty of splendid roses,
Hear them in music judged most melodious;
All the love I may give, yet, my heart-commodious!
For the love of these, I would sacrifice all I may-
My love for them, more boundless every day!
Maurice Harris,19 August 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem