Treasure Island

David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

My One Sin


My one sin is falling love
with every woman I meet,
but because I am happily married
I’ll never cross the line and cheat.
Some might say that
my heart has not committed a sin,
while others might say
my heart has a flirtatious nature.
It might be because my heart was starved
of love when I grew up.
Who knows whatever the cause,
but I know I am
only a one woman man,
who looks at what my heart does
as my only sin.

Submitted: Thursday, August 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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8 August 2013

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  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/15/2013 10:57:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem..You have kept your promise to be with one woman.Fantastic write. Loved reading it. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (8/9/2013 6:07:00 AM)

    congratulation sir. i follow your footstep. may be my frndz be telling so many. i promised her n kept the promise till date. is there any sin committed by me i shall have to swrch out.
    with regards (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (8/8/2013 11:58:00 AM)

    Wonderful to meet this one woman man, who falls in love with every woman he meets, because he was starved of (women's?) love when he grew up.
    You are not the only kind, I guess! (Report) Reply

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