Loving the Most
Ever it's been and ever it shall be,
One loves the most of any loving pair.
Though both may scoff and claim equality,
An even count would be extremely rare.
Love does not weigh itself nor set a price.
It freely gives of all there is to give.
He who would love the most, will offer twice,
And thrice that his beloved might live
In happiness and wonderful content.
The pendulum may swing a bit it's true,
But when at last a lifetime has been spent,
Small variance an ounce of love or two.
Think not my darling, that I idly boast.
I would, I pray, be she who loves the most.
For John's Sonnet contest tied for 2nd place
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