I Assure Thee
I see that you are frightened, I am too;
I know you are hopeful too, I see it in all you do!
You have fiercely coffered your fragile heart
For such a long time, weary of a new start!
We have been chosen for each by a power, great-
To prove to each, that to be truly happy, it is never too late!
Love this powerful, must await its proper time;
Wait, we have been asked, until we are both prime!
All times and memories that we have missed
Shall be supplanted by those yet to be-I promise this!
Trials and tribulations of past have prepared us;
Lest you may think they have impaired us-
I assure thee all that heretofore has transpired
Has readied us for what our hearts have always desired!
Maurice Harris,10 April 2010
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The Promise
Accept me, I am the love that has always stayed;
Embrace me, I am the feelings that you forbade;
Want for me, as I surely do, want for you,
Desire for me, as my desire, I flaunt for you!
You sought me, yet, were you prepared for what you found?
We have become for each, a love which does serve to astound!
Much reason is there, that our consort had been abeyant,
Now though, each is, for the other: most duteous appreciant!
Wait for thee, I shall, until the Sun stops shining, if need be;
'That which is most glorious is worth the wait', shall my creed, be!
Covet thee, most certainly, as for me, this comes most naturally;
Need for thee, an exalted feeling I esteem most integrally!
For these reasons and others, myriad- this promise I make-
I shall bide for thee, no matter the time it may take!
Maurice Harris,7 April 2010
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The Chosen One
You are 'The Chosen One', as this is your name-
Chosen to show me how to love, without bound, for you!
Kaya, it has been far too long-neither of us to blame;
I wish that I could be around, for you!
I was not prime for all that she needed;
I tried, I assure you, I tried so much;
You call to me, yet I have not heeded-
I tried, I assure you, I tried so much!
We have been purloined from each
By an ignorance which serves to astound!
I call to God each night to put you within my reach-
Alas, no answer is yet to be found!
My faith remains unwavering; my mind, resolute-
I shall break down this wall which keeps me from you!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
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My Love's 'Deja Vu
Many fond memories have I, of my youth's yesterday,
Though days long gone by, felicitous memories do stay!
My jollity of today, for as many as there may be-
Each day, next, my dreams are closer to reality!
Many wishful thoughts have I, of my tomorrows,
Mere thought of thee doth wipe away and all sorrows!
Much time hath seen we, betwixt last we had met,
Though know not did we, our fates would reconnect!
A powerful, yet foreign sensation, did overwhelm,
With the power of an unimaginably beauteous emotion, at the helm!
Whence first I allowed gifting of mine own heart,
I had no knowledge that its home lay wherest it did start!
I do live, but for to love and cherish but one,
No means of resistance have I, only may I relish what comes!
Maurice Harris,8 January 2010
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I May Not...
I may not be able to buy you a manse, but you have my heart;
We share a unity, as I am pained that we are apart;
If you experience times of joy, I am gladdened;
Should I feel grief, you too, are saddened!
You love me, I know, despite my eccentricity-
I love you-your beauty sublime, its causality!
You epitomize a nurturer, at times, I need the same;
You are fragile-to protect and covet thee always-my aim!
You were my first love-please do be for me, my last-
Though, I shan't force beauty's place, should this not come to pass!
All mine own life, my dreams contained this visceral, yet, bonnie lass-
Your form hath ne'er altered, however-formed from my past!
I may not be a magician, nor know how prestidigitation is done-
Yet, I present to you, two hearts-beginning to beat as one!
Maurice Harris,28 April 2010
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Embrace The Ardor
I thought I had it all finally figured out;
Perhaps I am now afeared, in the form of doubt!
I would wait 1,000 years-even more, for this chance-
To truly offer thee a life-long, wholly committed, romance!
Though, I may not e'er, should you not allow
Me to act upon what it is my heart doth avow!
Your concern hath more import than of self, same-
I should want always, to provide what my heart doth proclaim!
I make no attestation without first, much assurance-
Such hath been the same concerning my adamance;
I am bound by only one inescapable, incontrovertible truth-
I love you more than life itself-lo, this you need not sleuth;
Ask of yourself whether reason may cause you to find any other conclusion-
For if any man e'er knew the true desires of his own heart, it is I-it's no illusion!
Embrace the ardor I see need to offer; Accept, in time, my heart and soul's proffer;
Allow release, through wend of time, your heart-which you now so fiercely coffer!
I have prophesized mine own felicity, now I await thee to provide for its authenticity-
For but only may it ever come to be, whence we are both equal in our complicity!
As now, we may be settled that it is not; I await thee, to ensure, up, thou art caught! !
Awaiting us is all that for which we have sought; To allow this glory's fleeting, I can not!
Maurice Harris,17 May 2010
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A Life Left Unexplored
It is with a hopeful heart, that is at once, diminished,
That I reach out to you, to redress a path, left unfinished.
Life took us in disparate directions, and we lost our way,
Yet, God gave us another chance, and come what may,
We must use it, rather than take it for granted.
Despite the years, this love has never been supplanted,
Nor even lessened, in any way that we may see.
At long last, our long-deferred, yet powerful love, may be
All that it was supposed to be, before we abandoned it-
Free to bloom evermore, as God commanded it!
We are no longer fool-hearty, as we were in our youth-
The years have taught us naught, if only the power of this truth:
We may only ever bury our heart's ardor for so long,
Before we must concede that the very nature is wrong.
The only recourse that we have in this regard,
Is to cede to love's power, and triumph in its guard!
So much of our lives is left to be explored;
Why not then, with one another-as my heart has implored!
-Maurice Harris,9 October 2011
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Patience
Patience-for your thoughts to comport
With that felt in my heart, its exhort!
For forbearance, He shall grant reward:
The one that I have always truly adored!
Perhaps I have waited my life entire,
For the love my mirth doth require!
Perchance, my love has come again-
To allow my felicity to finally reign!
Resistance to this gift, I shall not proffer-
My fragile heart, I shall not coffer!
Defiance, merely a lesson in futility,
I am simply without this ability!
Whence prime, here I await thee-
Our hearts foretell their own glory!
Maurice Harris,5 September 2009
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Until The Day Is Done
Any days rife with anger are long-since gone;
Remaining behind is hurt and confusion, long-lingering, since its dawn!
Love, alone, should've been enough for reasoned thought to follow,
Believe, I do, the mantra: 'always tell the truth...', your words are hollow!
Long gone too, any want for vengeance:
God shall allow for you to serve your penance!
Your futile attempt to prove me guilty, proved you to be such,
Though perhaps deserving of punishment, penal-may be too much!
Self-guilt, served with a helping of inner-shame shall, I believe, suffice,
Though, a taste of your bitter medicine, I think, at times, to be nice!
You have implied in the past that, perhaps I love thee not sufficiently-
It appears though, that you were the one loving deficiently!
If anyone need prove anything, to anyone,
It is you, to me and all others! I await thee dear, until the day is done!
Maurice Harris,17 January 2008
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What Might You Do?
What if you were me-what might you do?
Must you serve, for crimes, your penance-
Yet, to mine own heart, I must remain true;
After all, how penal might be the return of our romance?
In utter disbelief I have wondered the 'why? ' of it all!
Nary shall there be for me, explication, proper,
Nothing but all there was, before your fall-
All or nothing-this is my only, final offer!
Hopeful I am that you see behind my compassion
To the love I feel in my heart!
To your heart, for you to be true, is all I am asking,
Rewind may we, to wherest our love did start!
I shall be free soon, at long last,
But for only now shall I look you, past!
Maurice Harris,15 July 2008
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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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Abigail (3 March 2010)
One day I shall share, what was not my volition-
I shall do this without any form of contrition;
My lacking for you is not of my own choosing-
In this circumstance, it is all who are losing!
Like the valiant Knight,
Who, disregards fear or fright,
I shall keep your concern, foremost-
In my thoughts e'er-my mind, your grace's host!
Today, the world celebrates your birth;
Always art thou causal, my magnificent mirth-
My elation, though now fiercely coffered,
Whence we are prime, shall be fastly offered!
Though on this day I am not within your sight,
You are foremost in my thoughts, each and every night!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
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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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A Perfect Love
My heart has been shattered, though I know not why!
Where before I saw beauteous blue, I now see dark sky!
Wherest has gone all my love, for it is with thee-
Thouest I know not why, you covet not me! ?
A perfect love, asked to wait, for reasons not known-
If not then, how might I, for my lacking, atone?
All my love, handed to thee as though my gift:
Assure you I shall though, it shan't drift!
Amorous wonderment of proportions unparalled,
Knowest not do I how your's became assailed!
Quixotic quandary, to be sure, indeed-
Answers must cometh, for I am in need!
Perhaps they are to come soon, I know not when:
Then our love shall be allowed to truly begin!
Maurice Harris,18 October 2008
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My Life's Destiny
I anxiously await rendezvous with my life's destiny;
She hath seen mine own heart, now shall-the rest of me!
An Angel hath called for me-yet, am I prime?
I feel my heart's true exaltation, for the very first time!
I shall present for thee, my beloved: myself, true;
I shan't prevaricate, not even slight- I do so adore you:
Mine eyes have seen glorious, inspired beauty,
Yet, to secern for the world, your's-my God-given duty!
Be not afeared, I shall covet thee as I would, my own wife;
I proffer aegis-I shall protect thee and thine as I do, my own life!
Naught could be more lovely, no more pleasance may be,
Your grace-the most resplendent light, shining brightly, for me!
This magnificent mirth I feel in my soul, naught could portend!
I shall love thee ever more my beloved, as time doth wend!
Maurice Harris,12 March 2010
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Ne'er Again, Ne'er Again
Today, yet another impediment to my liberty
Has fallen-I wonder what this means for me? !
Could my freedom be near at hand, at long last?
May soon, the day come, when I may look past
All that has happened, and finally start anew?
First though, I must pick up the pieces, to rebuild my heart anew!
Mine faithful patience has outlasted it all-
Now only, may I move from under this iniquitous pall.
Once freedom is again mine, I shan't take same, for granted-
Nor shall I ever forget all that this freedom supplanted;
I've so much I want to do, so much I wish to see-
Yet, I only have one thing that I wish to be-
A Father- to the two most Angelic little ladies there have e'er been;
For far too long we have lost, -ne'er again, ne'er again!
-Maurice Harris,8 April 2011
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My Heart, Empty Inside
If left undisturbed, perfect...since, painful beyond belief!
All pieces put back together, as was...the only relief!
The love in my heart and wonderful thoughts in my mind,
All due consideration of fact, should have been enough, when combined!
Do you still have the confidence and conviction you once showed?
Is it lonely without the father in our family's abode?
My love for thee, stays with me through all trials and tribulations,
Withstanding all in its path to everlasting, including confabulation!
We shall enjoy the fruits of our struggle fastly,
Assure you I do, that our love shall increase vastly!
Our love is as rare as a perfect diamond...ever more:
It has and shall be sustained through all in life- to be sure!
My heart, empty inside without your presence,
My mind, cluttered with pain in your absence!
Maurice Harris,9 January 2008
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Tested Are We, By Him
Life is rife with times less than desirable,
All need support and occasional encouragement-
Mine offered to you is but parcel to my love's testiment
With love in your heart, all is achievable!
Tested are we, by Him, as proof of our loyalty
All the while, made stronger each time:
Aiding us whilst we traverse life's climb-
More prepared are we then for it's reality!
Fidelity proven, as the timeless adage:
Through sickness and health, good times or bad,
All the while is strengthened, the love we had!
It's power and reach, ample to always assuage!
Alone, we are not as powerful as together,
This is now, and shall be-forever!
Maurice Harris,7 November 2008
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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 Heart, Gifted To Thee, With Service And Loyalty
Always and forever, precious moments in time,
Life's purpose, through your love defined!
My heart, gifted to thee, with service and loyalty,
Treat thee I shall alwaays as beauteous royalty!
Magical, indescribable feelings of grandeur
Define my thoughts considerate of your allure!
I would give all, at times, to hold your hand,
My love for thee too powerful for others to understand!
As though beginning as a small stream,
Ever widening into a vast river, hard to believe- not a dream!
Expanding still, each day, to the size of an ocean,
Still this pales in describing the height of my emotion!
Every day that passes sees my love's increase,
ne'er still shall it be seen to decrease!
Maurice Harris,3 April 2008
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My Reprise
Upon this day, where Christ did, from the dead, arise,
I await my own wholly-disparate resprise;
From my current confines of discontentment and despair,
I steady myself, to bide and prepare
For a time and a place I refer to now, as 'there'-
One I know I will one day see, yet do not dare
To emplace in, too much hope, nor too much belief;
Alas, too much time has been spent on too much grief;
Not for mine own self either, I would attest,
But for the two Daughters, with which I've been blessed!
It is to them I do now speak: 'Though now without you,
I assure you, I was not given a choice;
For me, it has always and only been about you-
As soon as I may, I will be there, to ensure you are given a voice! '
-Maurice Harris,24 April 2011
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