I shall never be the best of men,
No Saint am I, naught but a sinner,
A mere man, fashioned of clay,
Only perfect in my imperfection,
I seek not the luxury of riches,
That shallow dream is not my wont,
And yet there is one treasure I covet,
A thing more valued to me than any
gold, or diamonds, or rubies,
A thing I cannot hold in my hands,
A thing I cannot buy nor yet steal,
A thing that may only be given freely,
It is, my Darling, thy Heart,
And all the Love it contains.


Words by Martin G. King
Image sourced on Google Images (all rights remain with the creator)


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