Tales of a Poor Poge by Richard Palmer - HTML preview

TWENTY-FIVE, WITH MEMORIES OF LOVE

I loved you, all of you,
Served you an unselfish banquet,
Saw in my love the depths of your needs,

Offered you my Spirit that yours
Might rest and feed.

I loved you, all of you
And gave until I hurt from giving
Gave until that bitter day
When of love I found you possessed
So little that no love would you return to me.

Always I smiled in my loneliness,
Always I turned, always I walked away.