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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My Love's Avail
I have no words which befit my heart's sentiment,
Nothing could ever properly form it's embodiment-
Alas, I assure thee, my beloved, all that I may, with lyric-
My love's reality doth belie it's very essence, esoteric!
Causative is it: my heart's sweet, exalted jubilation;
Each day next, reason more, for my soul's celebration!
Mundane is made extraordinary; austere, made most fair;
I was meant for but to love thee-this, to all, I do swear!
Not of mine own volition, I hath not a choice
But to provide my amorous heart, a voice-
It doth vocalize a narrative I simply must tell;
All need know what love for thee doth compel!
As surely as words shall always, in this, fail-
So too shall you be assured of my love's avail!
Maurice Harris,20 November 2009
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Butterflies
'Butterflies'-whensoever I may felicitously ponder, or make consort
With my beloved, the one with which I must, my life entire, assort;
All that need be is a thought, otherwise so simplistic and bare,
Causal for me to draw compare with this lady, so beauteous and fair!
All is made easy yet, as I visage parallels, everywhere, with everything;
Each day, next, I do look more forward, to pleasures this shall bring!
Ruminations of thee, uplifting, ever-present, and all-consuming-
Made all the better, as I look forward to our wondrous life, looming!
I am made better for the rapport we share-a union of compeers;
I have waited patiently, for the love I now have, to finally appear;
As reward, He hath offered me an Angel, His most precious gift-
Causative she hath been: my mirth, my jollity, my soul's uplift!
Sentiment of most import is this, for its guard, nothing would I not do;
I shall always treasure and covet the felicity it has brought too!
Maurice Harris,2 November 2009
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Trinity
All most mighty exist in a trinity,
Some simple or ethereal, others may
Bespeak a most puissant divinity;
Everyone affected by them everyday!
The Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost
Hope, faith and love, they, to us, give host!
Ideals perhaps- learning, virtue and piety
In humble service to your omniscient diety!
Sun, Moon and stars encompass all supernal,
Awe-inspiring, daunting-night and day, a coronal!
Earth, wind and fire encompass all elemental,
Love and respect for each, vital and fundamental!
Mother, Father and child-triad of most import:
Ne'er shall any emperil or lessen their assort!
Maurice Harris,5 October 2009
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God's Greatest Gift
God's greatest gift-that of being a Father,
Rivaled only by compeer of a Mother;
Each aid formation of precious individuality,
Causal most to evolution in a child's personality-
Created in thine own image, guided by counsel,
Aegis directed lovingly is surely found well!
All careful parental thought made does attest
To your want and need for each, all the best!
Gather from it's import, the duty it imparts,
Guard must be offered it, in your hearts!
Not are each possessory, rather compeers,
Blessed witness to their wonder, through the years!
Treasure and duteously take possession of this,
Lest, if not, surely you would be remiss!
Maurice Harris,26 October 2009
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Reluctant Willingness
With a reluctant willingness, I have given
Mine own heart, many times callously riven-
Fragile as it is, I do know its chosen guardian
Hath proven to be its one and true custodian!
Done was this, not with knowledge of what would be,
But only with the wishful rumination of what could be;
Ponderance of same gladdens my heart, to my very soul-
For she is but the only one who hastens my heart's console!
Surely not prime was she, for the import this role has imparted:
To make again, a man, truly, out of one most heavy-hearted,
She, an Empyrean gifting, a miracle, made before mine own eyes-
Making for a perfect love, one I could not hope to disguise!
Though sikerly she must be of this role, very aware,
She too is afeared, lest she leave her heart lain bare!
Bare though-nay, for it be, as mine, sheathed-
As sure am I of this-as our consort, inbreathed!
Be not afraid- for as were you, by God, chosen for me-
I am by Him, entrusted with your guard, forechosen for thee!
I should want for same, as offered: a friend, a partner, a paramour-
I want for naught else, yet you proffer so very much more!
'Be still my fragile heart', an oft-repeated utterance
When thought is of your beauty and your elegance-
Lest you believe I think of you, straying from reality's realm,
Explicate kindly, presence of emotion so real, it doth overwhelm!
Think not of this as 'breaking down a wall', but rather,
Building a bridge, which allows our unity to gather-
In a place, and in a way, of our own choosing,
Our heart's compeer gaining, only solitude we're losing!
Maurice Harris,29 January 2010
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Oft Have I Pondered
Oft have I pondered upon how I might love, truly;
Might I need to search or might it present itself, duly! ?
This quixotic quest, many surely are they, requisites;
Many times I've fancied her, each time she, exquisite!
Need would I to covet her, more surely, than myself-
She doth need require the contrary, too, of herself!
To gather me, in all ways, must she, and I, her-
For whatsoever may ail me, must she be, the cure!
I need her to be my counsel, she need be my confidant,
My fragile heart's trusted guardian-in this regard, adamant!
A mate, for my soul, need she be; My every waking thought!
This, and so very much more, must be the love I have sought!
Alas, whence found, this treasure I shall guard, with mine own life;
For this be the lady I shall one day felicitously posit, be my wife!
Maurice Harris,2 November 2009
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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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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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The Genesis Of My Tears
Time doth pass, yet, in this place, my heart stays-
I shall knoweth true, your grace, one of these days!
You may not hear my mournful call to you, each and every night,
Know still my precious Angel, I shall again have you within my sight!
No matter of impediment, no means of quasi-official bias,
Shall keepeth thee from thine own thoughts, alas, they do try us!
Many a sorrowful, solitary nox, I have wept, for thee
To be within my humbled sight, and near to me-
Sikerly, still I shall, for all nights yet to come,
Until such time as this 'scourge' shall succumb
To mine own heart's dogged persistence
And mine own faith's steadfast resistance
To what is now, and has been for years-
The cause of my heartache and genesis of my tears!
Not doth there exist, a reason, nor any rhyme
To have taken from us, all this precious time-
Many loathsome ones have been causal, this heartache,
Many still, shall stand witness-my will shan't ever break!
One cause, one single-minded purpose, have I,
One of far more import than could I explicate, or even try-
For, mine own heart was ripped, nearly to shred
Upon that woeful day, when honor lay, nearly dead-
Yet, arise hath it, from the proverbial ashes, indeed stronger,
To wage a righteous battle, ne'er caring for how much longer-
Know this my beloved: nothing, nor anyone may find success
Should they come betwixt me and what is your loveliness-
I shall endeavor, if need be, until my last, dying breath,
To put, once and for all-for evermore, this iniquity, to death!
Maurice Harris,20 December 2009
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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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Your Tender Touch
This vision hath blessed my every solitary dream;
A wraith? Perchance? No-yet, real it still did seem!
Why then? Its purpose did elude, until again, there was you-
Then, it all made sense-the why, the how, and surely, the cause, too!
Sikerly, it was God Himself, speaking with me as I'd somniate,
His purposeful pensum-for which, mine life, whole, I did await;
This duty, mine only, e'er, shan't be undertaken lightly,
Nor too, shall I doubt His omniscient perspicacity, rightly!
Proffered once, but for to glimpse that which awaited;
Now again offered-in its embrace, I have not hesitated-
For I have not but a choice, it is my heart's benediction-
It is my invitation to utter exult, my mundanity's valediction!
Ne'er before hath His grace tendered so very much-
The mere thought of the imminence of your tender touch!
Maurice Harris,4 December 2009
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Your Felicitous 'Forever
My beloved, harken, as I set about to proffer evidence
To you, of all we shall become, so as to allay suspense;
Our destiny hath been written-its recital, a beauteous symphony,
The sounds, far too melodious for refrain, other-my heart's euphony!
Your wants and needs, shall be mine own vocation;
My solitary duty: to provide for your soul's elation-
Too long have I searched, my pursuit of love, ethereal-
Many attempts, valiant, have I made, though-failure, serial!
Reason due, my chivalrous ignore of needs, my own-
Until, I agnised fully, my heart was only ever on loan-
For, it belonged to you, though, in form unknown-
In days since last we met again, this truth hath shone!
As long as I may be able, no wants, nor needs should you lack;
Whence my heart should need retreat, ne'er have I looked back!
As a steward of mine own heart, I shall protect and covet thine;
No longer is there a difference-once two, now one, intertwined!
I want for words to provide for you, acceptance, proper
Of all the love my captivated heart doth, to you, offer!
The most simple of gestures, from you, means so very much:
From a simple 'hello' I may then feel the comfort of your 'touch'!
My want, for you, is the same, reversed, of course-
That you may feel my amorous wonderment, in full force;
My lexical lacking sees me saddened, I want e'er, for explication
To properly expound my soul's awakening, my heart's jubilation!
Ne'er shall there suffice enough to make comely quittance-
All shall e'er seem, belying its own import, a pittance;
Alas, my beloved, still I shall always endeavor
To recompense, and allow for your felicitous 'forever'!
Maurice Harris,3 December 2009
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My Beloved
My beloved, if but only you could see,
The depths of my heart's glorious emotion:
More vast surely than the largest ocean
It is my compass, leading me to thee!
Need not any to explicate my feelings, myriad-
Kizmet proffered you, for my life's love
Surely, my Angel you are, from above:
This is truth, sans even petty doubt-period!
Replete am I, with thee by mine own side,
Walking through life together, I for you, you for me-
Nary could I contemplate that it could even be,
Alas, we are here for each to love and to guide!
If peer you could, you would surely my heart's depth,
No longer proprietor of such, for by you it is kept!
Maurice Harris,10 March 2009
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Gabriella (A Third Birthday...Without)
Gabriella, I am so sorry I have not been there-
Please do not take this to mean that I do not care!
I love you more than you could imagine possible,
I ponder each day how to make our consort plausible!
I was not there to see you open your first Christmas gift,
Both you and I have been victims of a horrible grift;
Nor was I there to celebrate when you turned one,
One day, you will learn of how this iniquity was done!
When you turned two, again, my absence loomed-
Since last I saw thee, my heart has been entombed!
In just a few more days, you shall become three,
Alas, you shall have to do this not near to me!
So many precious memories did they, from us, abscond-
Lo, they shan't ever take from us our familial bond!
Sikerly my Angel, you are with me everyday, guarded
In mine own heart, as though we two ne'er parted!
I can have this no other way, lest my heart break,
Whence upon ponderance of what they did take;
Each solitary nox, as I lie myself down to sleep,
I pray for God to return you to me, as I unabashedly weep!
I know not how, nor where, nor even when-
Yet, I know that you and I shall be together again;
It is my singular, all-consuming, driving force-
From this injustice, I simply must coerce
What is right and best, for you and I, alone-
As for all others-for their wrongs, they must atone!
Happy Birthday my precious little Angel, and many more-
Until I may celebrate life with you, as it was, before!
Maurice Harris,27 January 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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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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My Loving Truth
Mine is a lady surely not prime for her own beauty-
To ensure she be attestant to same, my solemn duty!
One wish have I for my beloved-to show her in no uncertain terms
All the resplendence she doth possess and my heart affirms!
Certainly, she must know all the jollity she doth endue;
Indubitably, she is all my hopes and dreams come true-
Yet, beyond humility, she disbelieves what doth obviate-
If but she could, her sense of self would surely ameliorate!
I want for this more than any, due my love and fidelity-
God willing, one day, she will meet this with amenability;
If but only I could evince my heart's magnificent glory
Directly to her, without having to tell it, by way of a story-
Then her convincing would be assured, ne'er belittled-
Until then, my loving truth ensures her own esteem is gentled!
Maurice Harris,20 November 2009
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A World Of Other-worldly Wonder
Dear Heavenly Father: 'Please get me to California, as soon as You may,
So that I may dwell in enamored embrace of my beloved, every single day;
Sikerly, I need not, espouse the import of same, nor cause Thee remind,
As, Thine Divine Benevolence is causal same-Thou art far too kind! '
To which, He made reply: 'Thine eternity awaits thee in the Golden State,
My privity to same is demonstrative of Mine Divine Benevolence, to create
For thee and thine beloved, a world of other-worldly wonder, that shall inspire awe
In all who may be so fortuitous, as to see now, as a reality, what I saw
As a most magical, yet, mysterious marriage, of two most inspired souls,
Whose very existence-now brought together by Mine Hand, extols
The very virtues I have espoused to my beloved children, throughout the ages;
And, this is why I have introduced you to one another, in e'er-sublte stages:
Your consortium is the most obvious and lasting form of my love for each-
'Never, never take the same for granted', if but one appeal I would beseech!
-Maurice Harris,30 November 2011
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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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The Heartfelt Prayer, Answered
Though dwell with me, my love, you do not-
Still, dwell do you, in me-in my every thought;
Perchance not, my beloved, you are my reward-
The faith I hath shown in Him, He hath not ignored!
In prayer, I beseeched Him: 'Ask not do I, Lord, very much-
Need do I this: a life, lived, where I may feel an Angel's touch;
May She be always nearest me, always, beside me:
To duteously honor, protect, love and guide me! '
To which, He said unto me: 'Your faith hath surely been tested,
Yet, in your fidelity towards Me, never have you once rested;
My most beauteous and entrusted Angel, unto you, I do send,
To steadfastly watch over and guide you, this shan't ever end!
A love, you shall see, like none other-ne'er before, nor since-
This shall be a familiar love, one whose genesis is not hence;
In another time, and in another place-yet, that was but a prelude,
Not prime, nor sikerly, until learned were you from your disquiettude!
In My stead, She shall protect your fragile heart from any form of harm-
Beguile and amaze too-inspire you with awe, through Her charm!
She too hath been made to be prime for this new-found reconnoiter-
Many too hath made Her to be weary, for shame, did they exploit her!
Your charge: as She shall, you-protect, love and do guide Her-
Her noble Cavalier; Defer always, Her honor; Walk always beside Her!
For certain, your's is a love made of My benevolent making,
All love capable of offer, your's each, now for your fortuitous taking! '
As much import I place upon this, as the love upon which it was given;
So too shall I be the sole guardian of the gift for which I have striven-
None shall e' er come betwixt we two, nor cause our love, strife-
From the moment of our rendezvous, afresh-You have been my life!
Maurice Harris,29 November 2009
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