Author Frederick Adam Wright Great are thy gifts and greater yet shall be ā For thou alone, dear Sire, canst conquer thee. But 'tis not they that our affection move; It is because of thee thy gifts we love. Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments