MORE REASON
by Galen of Bristol
(c) 1995, Paul T. Mitchell, all rights reserved
For in all the world there must be many
Whose charm and beauty and wit exceed thine.
For these shall I give even a penny?
Or leave thee that one lovlier be mine?
Never! My love for thee remains constant
As the truth that while thou art mine I grow
Stronger and more worthy every instant,
A better man and kinder as all know.
Like deity thou makest me worthy,
By thy word, thy look, thy touch and thy love.
I love thee for who I am when with thee.
I rejoice that thou shouldst of me approve.
Because my joy is of import to thee,
I can only try to make thee happy.
