Always it has been you;
Inspiring it has been too
To reflect upon these feelings
Shaping my life's dealings!
All were made to meet compare
To the one most beauteous and fair;
As though a reward for my faith,
Fearing not, prompted by the wraith;
I garner strength more than enough
To brave tomorrow, shedding my slough!
What of my uncertain tomorrow?
Will you free me of my sorrow?
For your concern, allow me to return
To you, the ardor for which you yearn!
Maurice Harris,5 October 2009
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