Do Tell Me, My Dear Poem by Maurice Harris

Do tell me, my dear, what doth pale thee?
As this is what doth assail me-
A cryptic response to such given thereof,
The answer lies in its genesis-whereof!

Response to such requires but honesty,
Allaying your fears, allowing your heart's amnesty!
Alas, have I but a form of answer,
Avoidance of such, a guise of cancer!

Explication needed for ease of mind,
Understanding shall be proffered, in kind:
Do not you feel it may be as such?
Do not you believe I love you this much?

Thus is now as has ever been before,
Love is aplenty for thee-tomorrow, ever more!

Maurice Harris,19 October 2008