The Last But Not The Least Poem by shahmill mcallister

Not a moment of sunshine
Nor second of moonlight passes
That you don't either twist my heart into a radiant smile
Or cause it to melt into a horrid scowl
Oh happy days
When my soul has more to do than weep for you
When my love's song can be heard echoing through my mental hallways
To be loved
Adored
Cherished
Welcomed
Trusted
Is that not why God created companions
For is this not why
When we are without
We feel so vacant
Lost in the midst of a rolling fog bank
With no sense to deposit
So this is precisely why
I love
I live
And dedicate
The best part of me
To you
That has earned it
Honestly
The last but not the least