<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gift, Given; The Life, Striven.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot stay asleep, my soul is stirring like it has, ne'er before; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart is alive again, as though it were not e'er, before; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mind is racing, there is so much I wish to impart, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My lips are quivering, as they wait for my mouth to start</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Speaking with the beloved source of all this beauteous agitation-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The entirety of my existence is wholly duteous, to the vocation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That is adoration of same-I am not able to explicate this any more; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though, I do know however, that as time wends, there shall be many more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reasons for this adoration, as time and love collect them, as gifts, to me; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I await this verity of my heart to meander back-as I hope it shifts to me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once again, to never fall asunder again; this is all that, for which my heart, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mind, and soul most ardently hope-the only way that each may possibly cope</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With this most profound loss-as now I have only to keep the faith, and hope</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For what I know is to be-my long-sought-for life-to finally start! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">-Maurice Harris,14 January 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Maurice+Harris">Maurice Harris</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457745" data-title="The Gift, Given; The Life, Striven. de Maurice Harris" data-description="I cannot stay asleep, my soul is stirring like it has, ne'er before; My heart is alive again, as though it were not e'er, before; My mind is racing, there is so much I wish to impart, My lips are quivering, as they wait for my mouth to start..."></div> </div> </div>

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