E'Er So Ginger Poem by Maurice Harris

The Demon you created does not exist-
Why then, with this, do you still persist?
Banish him to whereth he doth belong;
Place him, e'er, with his like throng!

He was ne'er I, I, ne'er he-not, indubitably;
That is to be sure, as you knew, unequivocally!
This too shall pass, onward, we shall move-
Love we have for each still, time shall prove!

Ne'er again shall we see this place-
Ne'er again may we need to erase
This pain, felt so real, cutting so deep;
Now we shall, love's benefits, reap!

E'er so subtle, the movements you make-
E'er so ginger too, the steps you take!

Maurice Harris,21 December 2007