My Only Love

You are not my first love,
but you are my last and only love.
I have stolen kisses from other girls in the past,
but from you my love, I want to steal your heart.
You are the freshness
of a cool mountain stream.
You are the radiance
of a morning sun.
You are the Seven Wonders of the World,
all wrapped into one and much, much more.
If I had three wishes that would come true,
I would only wish for you,
for your love is worth more to me,
much, much more than any money.
However like every time before,
you choose someone else,
and leave a loser once more.

(13 May 1967)

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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