An Angel Surely You Must Be (a favorite of MY 'favorite'!)
An Angel surely you must be-
Allowed to descend from Heaven, straight to me!
An Empyrean loss, surely my gain:
A love as our's, ne'er to come again!
Your eyes: as if the sky, when bereft of cloud-
Your smile: much too brilliant for the hardiest haze to shroud!
Your skin: far more lustrous than could be, of this earth-
Your presence: solely responsible for my mirth!
Your voice, more inspiring than even the finest melody:
As though each word spoken parcel to your rhapsody!
Naught shall be there to supplant, for me, your wonder-
Here and everafter, undivided, ne'er to sunder!
Sikerly, it is you that provides me my purpose:
Enraptured am I by each chord of your ariose!
Maurice Harris,14 November 2008
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Your Voice
Your voice, as if Angels ariose-a melodious tune:
What I would not do still to have that back soon!
Your eyes, as if diamonds, the most brilliant shade of blue:
Clearly allowance is made to descry to the heart of you!
Your smile, as if a white snow-blindingly brilliant:
Ubiquitous and beguiling-unwavering and resilient!
Your heart, as if a vessel of unending emotion:
Surely it should feel my steadfast devotion!
Your spirit, as if born were you to bless
All other with your beauty and kindness!
Your mind, as if an infinite repository:
Alas, there is held the sharing of our glory!
Love thee do I, for these and myriad reasons,
Shall I ever more, with the passing of the seasons!
Maurice Harris,25 October 2008
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Love Doth Persist as Time Doth Wend
Love doth persist as time doth wend,
Omnipresent and efficacious, all doth portend!
No longer fantastic, nor made but in dream-
Though real, a wraith it still doth seem!
Presence without, still not to matter
Mere thought of thee: my heart, pitter-patter!
You are desired yet, though you are not near-
It clements compassion to know you reside here!
Bereft of sentiment am I, more pure-
Than to opine that, by you, I am enraptured!
Time shall doth not belie this fact of most import:
I am not plenary unless with you I do consort!
Ne'er to wither, surely ne'er to wane-
A love as this- surely to ne'er come again!
Maurice Harris,4 December 2008
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My Faith's Reward
I am bereft of word-my heart, simply overflowing;
I have too much adoration possible for showing
You the whole of my heart, nor surely, all of its glory-
The miracle to be our life, but the genesis of our story!
All in nature, so very much beauteous, yet abiding,
Must marvel at the beautificence that surely is residing
In all you do, all you are-sikerly, all those you bless-
Not is there a ceasing of admire, nor means to suppress
The love I have for thee, nor my soul's celebration-
Each day hence, revel I shall in this accretive jubilation!
My heart now rejoices at life's simplest of moments,
This too owing yet, to the power of my adorement!
This bemusing beatitude, ne'er rivaled before certainly-
Yet, as each day passes to the morrow, be it e'er more gainly!
Maurice Harris,5 November 2009
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Awaiting An Angel (In Tangibly Beautiful Form)
Her voice; the sound an Angel would make, we'd suppose-
Where words are not merely uttered, but an ariose
Amoret without end-when she speaks, she sings;
She is an Angel surely, but we cannot see her wings.
Her eyes; what could one say about these Angel eyes:
The very vessel through which she may mesmerize
Each and all! ? No matter of resistance will ever suffice-
All shall succumb to the allure of her Empyrean entice.
She is as the ethereal wind, here for a time, then gone-
But not she-she is still here with you, as resplendent reverie,
Whether awake or asleep-at noon, or even when dawn
Breaks upon a brand new day; you are never alone-every
Aspect of her essence remains, as she is the mate for your soul;
All you lack is her-in tangibly beautiful form, to finally feel whole!
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Know Not Do I When, Nor Where
Though know not do I when, nor where-
I shall dwell with thee, this I swear!
Though know not do I what, nor how
I shall give all to thee, all He shall allow!
My heart does yearn for your tender embrace,
The love I fancied my life entire, I no longer chase!
My only want: to be nearer still, ne'er too close,
Though my life's true love, it was not I that chose!
My life's purpose, heightened by your presence-
My life's love, defined by your essence!
Truly, deeply do I love thee-more surely than you know,
Though beyond measure, with time's passage-surely still to grow!
Alas, chosen for me by a power much greater than I,
Though know not do I how, ne'er more certain can be why!
Maurice Harris,12 November 2008
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Bereft of Explication Proper...
Bereft of explication proper would I be to define,
Every aspect of your essence- of your presence, divine!
Remiss would I be yet, if but an attempt valiant, were not taken-
Alas, causative are thee- for my soul has awakened!
Most fitting, appareled are thee in locks aflame:
For I am enamored- and you are virtuously, to blame!
Coupled is this, with oculus the most resplendent blue:
I am enraptured replete, obligation owed their hue!
Serenity, beautificence- but two words toward articulation,
Many more needed still though for proper delimitation!
The Heavens surely smile upon thee, and all you touch-
Intimate not all do I, yet know surely do I this much!
Know not could I a more fitting homage than to expound,
The world- far more felicitous, because you are around!
Maurice Harris,21 March 2009
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With Nary A Word Spoken
With nary a word spoken, still I hear your voice
Naught is there for me, in the way of choice-
For my heart shall ne'er again be still,
As it is you that have made all my dreams fulfill!
Though you are not with me, I assure you of this much:
I shall not be whole until again I feel your tender touch!
Ruminations of thee fill all my days, beauteous
Thoughts of you are nothing but amorous!
One might suggest that I am twitterpated,
Though this invites thought not contemplated:
That it might be not always with me, not abiding-
For to love you, was not of my deciding!
We were led to each other by powers divine,
As sure of this am I as tomorrow the sun shall shine!
Maurice Harris,28 November 2008
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You Shall Too
Thou shalt ne'er have cause for doubt, toward mine ardor;
Mine sentiment toward thine beautificence is not one with which I may barter:
Naught that thou shalt ever demonstrate
Shall have cause for my doubt, nor for me to hesitate
For even a mere moment, whence consideration thereof is drawn;
Herein lies verbalization of the amity that your beautificence did spawn:
What for hath God bequeathed me, with eyes,
If not to be graced with your Empyrean beauty, and realize
That if not for thee, I would have not cause to so loftily aspire-
As, I have as much cause to covet thee, as I do to respire! ? !
Your's is a beauty more rarified than any earthly jewel:
The magnificent, resplendent Angel, I have dubbed Guzel.
One day my beloved, contrariwise, you shall surely see,
As I unabashedly profess my love-you shall too-for me!
-Maurice Harris,2 November 2010
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Tomorrow's Gift
Believe me, it is far from your enduring charms
That beguile me this or any other day-it warms
My heart to believe that you may have cause to smile
Upon though of me, though we are seperated by many a mile!
It is alteration I find in myself, with you considerate;
Perhaps until now, I failed to consider it
As a factor in favor of a consortium betwixt our souls,
Yet, with time to aid me, my heart furter extols
Virtues, and finds more beauty I had not seen before!
Tomorrow's gift is that there is always more about you, to adore!
Sikerly, I possess more to appreciate about myself, because of you,
And would not have same if it were not so easy to love you,
As I do, indeed, as I have, and as I surely will-
You are a perpetual gift; I owe recompense for same surely still!
Maurice Harris,23 July 2011
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To Me, A Mystery
In some ways you choose to remain, to me, a mystery-
Wonder do I at thought of such: 'why...what for? '
Alas, the more I know about you-I love you more!
Know do I too, not is it I you fear, but your pain's 'history'!
You must know this though my bonnie lass:
Nary can cause repeat of hurt for you, being my cause-
Thought surely of my requited love enough to give pause!
In return, I offer you stewardship of my heart, made of glass!
Replete am I, heart and soul, with you in my embrace-
Harm shall ne'er come to you as long as I am alive,
To be the Prince worthy of my Princess, is what for I shall strive:
Wanton of naught in return, but witness to your grace!
The fates surely have been kind to me in their erudition:
To recompense their faith in us, I shall make my life's mission!
Maurice Harris,16 November 2008
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My Love Surely Has Foresaken Me
My love surely has foresaken me,
Look just where my love's deceit has taken me!
Lonely is the night, lo the day,
Since my love sent me away!
I envision her and nary a foul thought enters my head,
Never would or could I allow for a negative word to be said!
Fear made her a monster, yet love shall surely prevail,
Restore it shall, all as before, when she did me, fail!
Many moments in life define you as a man,
None though more than this, surely you understand!
Hysteria led thee astray, to that dark place,
Where, no longer may I visage the beauty of your face!
As with the pasage of time, reality is restored,
Soon, my love, relief shall be had for our heart's dischord!
Maurice Harris,31 March 2008
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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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Before Ever We Did Meet
Before ever we did meet, I missed thee-
In my dreams too, many times, I have kissed thee-
Before there was you, there was only my heart's retreat,
To opine differently, would be to impart deceit!
I have now but just one all-consuming goal:
To meet again my heart, which you stole!
Until such time as we do again meet,
Surely I am less than whole, not nearly complete!
Forever and always shall I hold you to be most dear,
Foremost are thoughts of thee, though we are not near!
One day, perhaps whence not expectant of such,
You shall find me near to your tender touch!
Naught does there exist else of more import-
To assure us a life where naught else may consort!
Maurice Harris,22 November 2008
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Sunshine
Plagued by iniquity was I, until sunlight was offered to me
Nary may I extend recompense for what has been bestowed
From whence so much has been given, so too, so much is owed
Demonstrative of His omniscience, this, He proffered to me:
A gift sans pareil of radiant replendence, in human form-
A lasting brilliance, surely ne'er to wither nor to pall,
Alas, solace is provided as if to ease the fall,
Provide for inspiration, and ensure my soul's warmth!
Celestial magnanimity, love eternal and spirit pure
Define surely, the essence of her prescient import!
Naught shall there be to absent my majestic consort,
Upon our love's genesis, evident was the allure! !
Sunshine- a mere word falters to delimitate your essence;
An honor it has been, surely, I am humbled in your presence!
Maurice Harris,14 March 2009
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Most Ardently, Most Passionately
I love you most ardently, in everything that I do-
I love you most passionately-yet, how might this be true! ?
The way you talk, your voice, those lips of crimson red;
The way you walk-I pay homage to the ground upon which you tread;
Only what you give to me is that which you promise me-
You know that you owe me naught, but to treat me honestly!
I know not bound, nor limit, to how much I loveth thee-
Nor may I count the myriad ways in which I covet thee;
They are both innumerable, as is their origin, Empyrean-
Naught may serve, not even the most beautiful sonnet, Shakespearean-
To properly explicate, to any, the depths of my ardor;
Words may not suffice as such, to enlightenment's barter!
As words surely fail, perhaps my actions make, for others, real-
What it is that I most ardently, most passionately, feel!
-Maurice Harris,27 Spetember 2010
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Loved You I Have Through All Days!
Enraptured am I by your charms, your beauty without equal,
Look forward do I each day to our love's sequel!
Fear blinded you and caused your brief fall from grace,
I would give all to once again be beguiled by your beauteous face!
I alone know the pains you have felt since the fall,
We alone may remove them- cast away we shall, them all!
Without each, we are less for our lacking-
Better not with separation as the days continue stacking!
Rememer me my love as you did know me,
Surely this much you do owe me!
Purge from your thoughts demons and ghosts,
Hold on tight to the one you love the most!
Loved you I have through all days,
Space in my heart, to be filled by your presence, stays!
Maurice Harris,28 March 2008
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Beauteous, As An Eagle In Flight
Beateous as is the sky at night-
Beauteous, as an eagle in flight!
With me always, most especially now,
Cognizant of circumstance, attendant-you may ask how?
Love emits a constancy, that through all, bears
Witness, and serves notice, of the power it shares!
Though it may hurt you, you gain strength, as you perservere-
It is as you peer your trembling heart that you know love lives here!
Without such, surely would I allow languish-
My guardian is this, against anguish;
Love is an inimitable force, which naught may rival-
It is essential, most, when compare is drawn, for survival!
Love allows me to feel your pain,
As does it, to ensure it ne'er returns here again!
Maurice Harris,29 July 2008
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Ethereal And Unseen
Ethereal and unseen, it may not be touched-
Yet so precious, e'er guarded and clutched
Must it be! Sikerly, its affect, most-puissant-
If this be peccable, count me a confessant!
I have found this omniscient, omnipotent treasure,
Yet, I possess no way, nor means, to measure
Its import-no words may properly explicate
How it enthrals me, though of same, I oft ruminate!
For its guard, there is nothing I would not do;
With its might, there is nothing I could not do;
For its lasting, there is nothing I should not do-
All the same for all men, if not-surely, they ought to
Make it so, as love is the wonder of which I do bespeak-
The only force causative to mine heart be made lain weak!
Maurice Harris,8 November 2009
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If Only For Now
Moments in time help to define a man;
As had I, the moment, first I held your hand!
Yet another happened but for hours later;
Ne'er could I have envisioned one greater!
Invited surreptitiously was I, to a spaghetti dinner-
Cognizant was I then, that I was the big winner!
My heart leapt up that very day, as I knew
The rest of my wondrous life would be spent with you!
Fortuitous were we, to receive, yet another bequeath
In a foreign land! Ensured did we, that across the seas
Our love did surely reach! Our life together, surely had begun
That day in sweet November, whence three became one!
Our family, destined, from the very start;
Alive, for me, as e'er been-if only for me, in my heart!
Maurice Harris,7 March 2008
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Angel Of God' (Happy First Birthday Gabriella)
Celebratory are we today, upon the day of your birth!
One year old today, Daddy misses your infectious smile-
Grown so much, I suppose you have, I haven't seen you in a while!
So proud am I to be your father-you are my miracle on earth!
A world of wonderment and joy you present to all around-
As though knowing your import to each, alas, to all!
Your smile builds for each, a friendly window-others may erect a wall!
Your father, you are, in feminine form-it serves to astound!
Beauteous sky-blue eyes, the world's window to your soul,
All that you are, all, ever you shall be-upon the world, you do bestow!
Glorious is your smile, light to all around you-and your laughter:
Your beautiful spirit, allows for each who meet you-a 'happily ever after'!
Gabriella-meaning 'Angel of God'-this is surely
Your place on Earth! Giveth you have, my last wish, early!
Maurice Harris,1 February 2008
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