A Prayerful Promise
As you lie yourself down, for much-deserved sleep
Be e'er mindful, my love, of this promise I shall keep:
I shall by the beacon, which protects and does guide you-
E'er mindful of the place you keep, I shall only walk beside you!
Lest you forget thine own beauty, I shall always remind thee:
From the moment, first we met, adoration entwined me!
Ne'er have thee been absent, in my heart you were guarded-
So too, for my life, entire, to you, this shall e'er be imparted!
I shall be your confidant, your soul's mate, your shoulder
Upon which you may cry! In times of crisis, your boulder!
Ne'er shall thee want for else, all your needs fulfilled, my volition-
Rest not shall I, e'er, e'en as my call comes to wondrous fruition!
Promise though of most import, is that of my fidelity, abiding-
Though these shall to the world, obviate-only in you am I confiding!
Maurice Harris,29 October 2009
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A Father's Prayerful 'Conversation' With His Daughters
I wonder: do you yet know the power and import of prayer?
I ponder upon this, as surely you long too, for my presence there!
I miss thee as no means of word may properly expound;
The depths of my heart's lamentation is truly profound!
Upon that wretched day, lo so long ago, it was ripped to shred,
Each new day whereupon I lack thee, is a day I do dread!
Those that have sighted thee, tell me of your grace and lightness,
This is little consolation, I yearn still witness of your ladylikeness!
Nary a moment does pass whence thoughts of thee are not near,
Daddy is fighting for both of us-of this have not, any fear!
My return to thee is written by Him, it is all of which I ruminate;
What hath been imposed upon us is loathsome, this does obviate!
He said unto me: 'My child, much pain I have brought to bear
To assure you, the import of the child for which you shall again care;
For she is the most obvious form of the love I have for thee;
Nary is there to draw compare to the fidelity of thine own-she
Too, for thee, though comprehension full escapes her yet,
She doth pray for same, and has, since last you each met!
Her's is a devotion sans pareil, I question it not for one moment,
Each is ameliorate due the other-soon you shall see My affordment! '
My beloved Daughter, as He hath spoken, unto me and thee, same-
We each may take comfort in what remains to come, not, what came;
Our past is but a prologue, for our future's unity is indeed, bright;
Restored, our covenant-then, e'er, you shan't be taken from my sight!
As we do await this, our reunion, ponder upon memories, precious-
This shall allay any all moments you may have of my return, anxious;
In my absence, I assure thee, nary is there, than you, more import-
I, as you, am exceedingly anticipatory of our impending consort!
Maurice Harris,29 November 2009
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My Love Is A Symphony
All my love, expressly delivered to you,
My hopes and dreams have all come true!
My heart I give, with trust and fidelity:
Without hesitation or any form of ambiguity!
Nary does a moment pass without thought of thee,
This is surely what life ought to be!
Wholly and completely, I offer you my heart,
Ne'er shall even our demise cause our part!
All is owed to thee and to the fates,
Our love strengthens as time abates!
With me have you been for my life, whole:
Mere thought of thee, felicitous to my soul!
My love is a symphony, you, it's conductor:
My heart now resides with you, as it's abductor!
Maurice Harris,28 October 2008
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Infinite And Unparalleled
I have given all to thee, expect naught, did I, in return;
One might exposit a certain status this may earn!
Expect only, did I, a certain mutual respect-
What I received though-no one could expect!
You once asked me, not so long ago: 'Do you love me enough? '
What say you now, my dear? Naught do I place above!
I have given all for thee, surely I would all again to remind;
Leave now, my lady, all who hath hurt us, behind!
No doubt should thee have of your place in my heart;
You reside where always you have, from first impart-
Occupy do you, all thought, every moment in time;
Causal art thine essence, to this very rhyme!
My love for thee-infinite and unparalleled for certain,
Alas, beloved, thine own actions causal to love's drawn curtain!
Maurice Harris,31 December 2007
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The Wonder I Now See
I do felicitously ponder our life's sequel;
As your's is a beauty truly without equal,
The brightest stars pale when comparison is made:
Their grandeur and brilliance doth seem to fade!
Yet, all too doth seem still more beauteous,
To thee and thine own grace, I remain duteous:
To consort with thee, all, I would proffer
For its guard, abiding, in my heart, I would coffer!
The ordinary is made to inspire awe,
The imperfect, now seen without flaw-
The unsightly, now seen with new eyes:
That not noticed before, I now prize!
All owed to thee, the wonder I now see,
That thought unattainable, may now be!
Maurice Harris,24 August 2009
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But Not For Thee
But not for the fresh, fragrant air-
But not for the beauty out there-
If want not be for the sun's mighty glare,
It's beautiful setting, with naught to compare-
The magnificent, wondrous diversity e'erwhere-
Long since may I have fallen into deep despair!
Without the glory and the world's splendor
My fragile heart would remain too tender;
If not for marveling at beauty, again and again,
Long ago might I have given in to the woeful pain!
But not for thee-the honor and your consort's pleasure,
My want for love, I could ne'er even fathom measure;
I am obliged, e'er humbly, to thee and all this affords-
Nary could I requite for all your amity, to me, rewards!
Maurice Harris,31 October 2009
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Naught For Thee Shall Ever Suffice
Naught for thee shall ever suffice
But for that given upon previous advice!
Ne'er shall thee be lacking for my admire,
As such, it is ever growing, as a fire!
Allowance made too for past events' effects-
Mindful shall we be that our heart protects
Us still from pain brought from others or each!
Hurt shall no longer be an emotion that may me, reach!
Your heart's flutter, your mind's woeful mistake
Can not away our eternal love, take!
Ever-present it stays, ever-protected from harm,
Ne'er shall it ever again be caused alarm!
Allow its presence felt for all your days,
Then only may you allow that it always stays!
Maurice Harris,25 July 2008
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I Love You, Because Of You
Whensoever I have time to ponder, I ponder of thee;
Whensoever I've cause to wonder, I wonder of thee;
You are my past, present and future-my love, ever-lasting;
You are found everywhere, even in places most contrasting!
Time and space removed from thee mean naught,
An Angel in my mind and heart, consumes my thought! !
Sikerly, my beloved, you are here with me as I sleep
And when awake-my heart's promise, abiding, I do keep!
Our's is not a love wherest a measure could even be kept,
Our's is a love, sans pareil, whose sempiternity, we must accept!
To say, 'I love you, because of you'-I make it as simple as I may-
It is really that elegant, and becomes more so, every day!
For me, you are omnipresent-you are everywhere:
You are the most brilliant sunset, with it's Empyrean glare,
Whose rays breath life into you, whilst it keeps you warm;
In the billowy clouds, I am reminded of your feminine form;
The sounds of birds, lovely as they may certainly be,
Cause remind of your Angelic voice and what you mean to me!
Thunder and lightning remind me of love's unbridled power;
Your's frightens me to death, yet, I grow closer to you every hour!
Trees, fancifully flowing in the wind, mimic our interdependence;
I am in awe of our love's unprecendented transcendence!
Snow flakes caress my face, as softly as I imagine you would;
The gentle drizzle of rain calms me, as I imagine you could!
Flowers, in full bloom, remind me of our love's blossom, perpetual-
Should I even want not to be reminded of same, it is ineffectual!
Though you are now not near to me, you 'walk' beside me-
All the while-to love, honor and always to guide me!
Maurice Harris,2 February 2010
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My Humble Quittance
I dreamt before I again consorted with thee-yet, always it was of thee;
I now see these as my wondrous reality-because of thee;
Before thee, I saw only in hues of gray, no colors without thee-
Now, my rainbow of hues surrounds-I could never doubt thee!
I lived before thee, yet now and e'er, I am truly alive;
A more awe-inspiring consort I could never contrive!
I loved before thee, though always within a known bound;
Ne'er before have I known a love, which doth astound!
I have been known before, yet not as you do now;
I feel as though you always have, yet I know not how!
Now, I can not imagine a life without thee-I shudder;
To explicate proper your meaning to me, I could ne'er utter
Words, whether poetic or not-they would be but a pittance;
All the love I am capable of gifting, my humble quittance! !
Maurice Harris,19 May 2010
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Come With Me, My Beloved
Your smile: brighter than a thousand suns;
Will it answer each time my heart beckons?
Your eyes: more telling than a thousand epic tales;
Will they see the love I have for thee, and see it prevails?
Your heart: more giving than a thousand philanthropists;
Will it allow for its own guard, lest you shall be remiss?
Your soul: the mate to mine own, evidenced from our genesis;
Will you allow for its rebirth, as I, honoring our mutual symbiosis?
E'er I endeavor, still yet, I shan't explicate more vividly than to say-
I do so adore thee, surely more than words, and shall more, each day!
Ne'er could I have gathered such awe-inspiring emotions as these,
My mind hath affirmed its verity, and my heart surely agrees!
Come with me, my beloved-our wondrous world, true, doth await-
I shall love thee more, each day more than the last, without abate!
Maurice Harris,13 December 2009
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Lonesome, Frightened Little Dove
E'en now, I ruminate still of the lonesome, frightened little dove;
Love do I, all aspects of you- this assures me of the power of love!
Fly, thee have, away; be back shall thee, in days-
Whenst you are, counting the ways-shall you be, to stay!
Love follows me, follows you-wherest ever we may go;
Always there, buried at times, though, lo and behold-
Here it is, right where I stand, near to my woman,
For her, gracious and humbled-I am her man!
Always do we think of our 'thine'-ever, ever, to be!
Love you do I, honestly, I carry my heart, to thee!
You are my Princess, I, your Prince-attend each day, your coronal-
See thee, do I everywhere I may find call!
Our love for other's thee, our family-
Thinkest now of, my lonesome, freightened little dove!
Maurice Harris,18 December 2007
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In The Billowed Clouds
In the billowed clouds e'ery solitary nox, I shall greet thee;
Sure as the sun doth rise in the morrow, I shall meet thee;
Upon this you may rely, be you remote, or e'en nigh-
There I shall be, awaiting your arrival, as down to sleep, you lie!
This, our charming place, known, but to we two;
Familiar, yet e'er varied, as felicity of old, may be anew!
Our refuge, where angst may turn to solace-
Wherest nary a thought, spoilt, may befall us!
Whensoever you need find retreat from all your worry,
Fastly to our special place I exhort you scurry;
As proffered ere, be there I shall, to comfort thee-
There, with love in my heart, to assort thee!
Soon my beloved, you shan't require this viage-
Our disparate journey's genesis shall meet marriage!
Maurice Harris,31 October 2009
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Where Is This Beauty?
Where is this beauty, what soma has she assumed?
Shall I make consort with thee- my heart's consumed?
Ne'er shall I be entire until such time
As I may adjoin with your beauty, sublime!
As though prelude, surely I have met thee before-
Not cognizant of the future we had in store,
Assuredly, our brief confluences of the past
Were but a hint of this amative that doth last!
Significance of such shall not be made of, slight-
Nor too, the jubilation in me it doth incite!
With not a word, still to me, you do speak-
For you are the glorious beauty I do seek!
All shall be proffered for such, as all from such, are begot-
Alas, for my life entire, this embraces all I have sought!
Maurice Harris,21 July 2009
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Memories Of Thee
Memories of thee, infused within me, with effeverscence;
Thoughts abound of thee, love of thine own presence;
Walk with me, hold my hand, for I am your Dad-
Speak to me, I shall protect you, though removed was, what we had!
Love for you, paternal, hath been since your genesis-
Thus with your love for me, as shown, does define us!
My life's purpose, from then, defined through you-
Fatherhood, for me, means everything because of you!
My little lady you are, always shall thee be-
My special gift, an offering from Heaven, as the world does see!
He, Himself, proffered you to me, as we needed one another-
Nary could we have found satiation with any other!
I love thee, with effusion and without bounds-
I love thee, lo, surely the love betwixt, astounds!
Maurice Harris,11 December 2007
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Though I Am Not Now With Thee
Each night, as I lay me down to sleep,
Ever-mindful of the promise I shall keep,
I pray for respite in my heart's lament,
Needing just a glimpse of the magnicifent
And beauteous creations, made in my own image-
If but only for a brief time, to take in their visage!
Nothing, nor anyone may alter my faith, inexorable;
Nor too may they change one simple fact, inescapable-
I am their Father, I should not have to beg or plead
For their consort and pleasance! ! But for one need
Have I, one all-consuming lacking-once a glory, now a void!
Time and their company only may rebuild what you destroyed!
Though I am not now with thee, know this please:
I have an emptiness in my heart only you may appease!
Maurice Harris,24 April 2010
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Güzel
Güzel, semper, my mind doth ruminate fondly of thee,
With beauteous thoughts and a wondrous constancy!
I long for thee, for your long-sought, gentle caress,
To beget from, and proffer thee yet, all we each possess!
My heart, gladdens with thought of consort, near;
I envisage our future's glory, in my mind's eye, so clear,
Lest thee bethink me too lofty a dreamer, a vision seeker,
At once, my heart is made both stronger and weaker-
Both loyal guardian and in need of it's own ward,
My love's adorement, whilst in want to be adored!
Always and ever, more compassion clemented, still:
So too this shall be, betwixt we both, at the least, until
Time is no more, life is not with us, space is no longer-
This glory we do both feel, shall we then, though stronger!
Maurice Harris,26 October 2009
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Assured Shall Thee Be
He bestowed upon me His most precious possession;
What follows herein shall be tantamount to a confession-
Blessed am I with an Angel, to walk with and beside me
Whose love, honesty and compassion shall ever guide me!
I shall ne'er be prime, nor worthy of that which I am given;
Alas, you exemplify all that for which I have striven!
Your grace, elegance and beauty-unrivaled, as I may tell-
Mere thought of thee, upon me, casts a mighty spell!
Ne'er have mine eyes been beholden a visage such as your's:
Tis a puissant enchanment that only presence near cures!
Humbled and honored am I, to have with thee, consort:
To adore and cherish thee, the singular choice of retort!
Though separate are we at current, by many a mile;
Assured shall thee be, that you are with me all the while!
Maurice Harris,28 March 2009
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A Lady's Response to 'The Proposal
How might you be my everything, my heart's tutelar,
When I shan't allow thee to be, for me, too famular!
I need not, thee, nor any other, to be most veracious-
I shan't allow that my heart be for thee, too commodious!
You may not be its guardian, as I see to its coffer,
I resist the enticement of your most beguiling offer!
You hold me in the highest esteem, I do not understand;
Yet, I too must abide by my heart's wanton command!
I need make alliance betwixt mine own heart and thine own mind,
I shall need too, allow: that we two be amorously intertwined!
My every thought, you shall be, due my allegiance of cause-
As I sleep, or as I am awake, thoughts of thee shall ne'er pause!
It is my heart's solemn duty, to accept this calling, amorous;
My heart brims with emotion, yet shall remain commodious!
You too, shan't need want for any fashion of love or attention,
With every moment, witness again, we shall, its ascension;
As each day passes to the morrow, again it is ever more-
My heart is most captivated-I concede, thee I do adore!
My wants are wants of your own, sikerly, I feel the same-
My heart and soul thieved-further denial would be for shame!
Dreams I had coffered are now dreams to which we aspire-
For you are the solitary source of my mind's true admire!
I shall be for thee: your heart's faithful guerdon, your confidant,
Most trusted friend, your sunshine in the rain and duteous appreciant;
The world shall behold the truth that hath captivated my heart-
All shall revel, as I, in all the wonder and love you do impart!
Remiss would I be, if but one single moment lain waste
Whence I celebrated not, the magnificence therein graced!
Maurice Harris,22 March 2010
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The Proposal
I shall be your everything, as you are for me;
How do I propose to do this, how might this be?
My beloved, precious Angel, my intentions I shall share
As to how I may endeavor to do this, or yet, even dare!
Foremost, I shall be your heart's e'er vigilant guardian
As you are for me, and e'er shall be, my gift, Empyrean!
Naught is there to draw compare to thee, not ever-
None shall ever come betwixt we two, nor surely, sever
The alliance mine own heart has with thine own mind,
Nor sikerly, contrariwise-each pairing amorously intertwined!
Your every thought, I shall be, due my allegiance of cause-
As you sleep, when you are awake, when busy, as you take pause!
It is my heart's solemn duty, to provide reason, copious
For your heart to brim with emotion, yet remain commodious!
Ne'er shall you need want for any fashion of love or attention,
With every moment, witness again, we shall, its ascension;
As each day passes to the morrow, again it is duplicate-
Our hearts, a symbiotic, pairing, always tending to ameliorate!
Your wants shall be wants of my own, surely you feel the same-
My heart and soul have been thieved, you are amorously, to blame!
Without thee, ne'er could I even make cause to respire,
For you are the solitary source of my mind's true admire!
All I shall be, for thee: your heart's loyal protector, your confidant,
Most trusted friend, your calm in the storm, your duteous appreciant,
The world shall behold the beauty that hath captivated my heart,
All shall revel, as I, in all the glory and resplendence you do impart!
Remiss would I be, if but one single moment lain waste
Whence I celebrated not, the beautificence therein graced!
Maurice Harris,24 November 2009
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Sin Cera
Truly, madly, deeply-yet quite sincerely,
Do I love thee; I have loved naught more dearly;
As though Divined, He chose you for me,
There be not limit to how much I adore thee;
Much mentation was sikerly had, and thusly aided
What He most graciously, beautifully created,
Without wax, as need for same does not exist-
Only God Himself could envision a beauty such as this!
Pure beauty is so rare, yet you are its quintessence;
God created me to herald to the world, thine pleasance;
I am the voice that ensures all may know this:
God creates very few 'Sin Cera'-may this serve as notice
That I shan't allow mine own self to gather rest,
Until the world entire knows of that to which I attest!
-Maurice Harris,25 February 2011
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I Give All To Thee...
I give all to thee...the entire world which I know:
All my hopes and dreams, to and with you, I do bestow!
Without question, nor with a moment's hesitation
I want all for thee...tis my heart's solitary vocation!
Replete is my heart with your very existence,
Lacking you...absent too, my very subsistence!
I, the tender flower, you, dichotomously, both sun and rain!
Ever more enraptured am I...ne'er to wane!
Wanton for nothing, but tot have you near,
In your tender embrace, naught do I possess, to fear!
With you by my side, all else fades to irrelevance,
Humbled each day am I by your love's adamance!
Ever amazed, ever assured by such...with nary above:
I shutter to fathom where I would be...without your love!
Maurice Harris,10 May 2006
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