I Thought You A Letter Today
I thought you a letter today-though it, I do not write-
I shall save its content until you are within my sight;
There exists so very much I wish to say,
Yet, I decided for same, to wait for the day
When your visage is not just in my mind and heart.When I am at last with you, I shall impart
Many, many thoughts that perhaps I have not shared;
Perhaps I was a feared, and thus, have not dared;
Still, as our union has been, by distance, slowed,
We have, as yet, not ventured down that beautiful road!
I have dreamt so many dreams I need to share,
Whence consideration is gathered upon we two, as a pair;
Each and every time when this somniation is rendered complete,
Only the ardor of our impending amorous amative, may compete!
-Maurice Harris,5 August 2010
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Thank You
Thank you, for your adoration, and for acceptance of that which I have for you;
Remember-I have no choice, but for to love you is what I have to do!
I trust that you know well, my sentiment-
Words are no longer needed, though compliment
My heart's silent, soul-inspiring symphony;
We together, are far more, than alone we
Could ever hope to be-I know this
Because, I have dreamt of same and they show this!
Thank you, for being both my reality and my aspiration-
For serving as a role model, heroine, and inspiration.
My divinely-inspired somniation shall meet with verity-
As time wends, the prophesy of my ardor's faith, meets more, with clarity.
The more I know, the more I want to know:
Wherever our future may lead, this is surely where I want to go!
-Maurice Harris,15 November 2010
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This Glory Is My Invitation
A new world awaits;
I, in concert with the fates,
Must embrace this journey-
My destiny awaits, for me!
I am not whole here, sans its light-
I shan't allow its fleeting, before my sight;
Stride into this resplendence, I must-
In its ever-benevolent purpose, I trust!
This glory is my invitation;
I await my long-sought elation-
In this place, at this time-
For this viage, I am prime!
This beauteous, life-long somniation
Waits for me, to impart its realization!
Maurice Harris,5 June 2010
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The Love I Am Still Mourning
I know not why life happens as it does,
Nor do I know if it shall ever be as it was-
But I do know mentation upon me has changed
Yet again, and perhaps the bias too, has been rearranged
To be again, the covenant we once shared:
That we were each for the other, what we only dared
Believe possible in fanciful thoughts, or the scapes of dreams.
I want to believe that this is as real as it seems,
But my joy is stunted when consideration is made
Of the thoughts as were before, and the plans that were laid
For a future sure to be rife with love and laughter...
The proverbial '...and then they lived happily ever after'.
Then, this 'house of cards' collapsed, without warning
Leaving me forlorn-yearning for the love I am still mourning!
-Maurice Harris,23 May 2012
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Through The Years
Through the years, I have thought of you quite often:
Your absence was ne'er a lacking that time could soften.
I had always hoped that our friendship would last forever-
With a prayer to God, I wished we would always be together.
Nothing could have prepared me for that fateful day-
What it shall mean, only our patient wait will say-
A wait for a time when you and I are both ready-
When our inspired hearts may be made to be steady,
To receive one another-wholly and completely,
When we learn to love one another unabashedly and repletely!
Through the years, I have found naught, with which to draw compare
To the beauty inherent in the depths of your soul-inspiring stare;
You need not be here, nor do I need be, there-
I may not make part with thee, nor would I dare;
Though the years without thee had numbered more than twenty,
Thoughts about thee had been beauteous, varied and plenty.
Through the years, our lives have been quite disparate-
Perhaps it was each of our hearts' way to prepare it
For the glorious resplendence that is our consort's refrain;
I could ne'er aspire to heights this lofty, nor would I deign.
Our parting was my sweetest sorrow, our re-acquaintance, its recompense:
Mine own soul hath gathered inspiration ever since!
Through the years, mine mind hath thusly wandered
To thoughts of the beauty you are, and the years that we squandered
In search of the ardor only we could, to each other, provide-
Though this too, was not left for us, to decide,
But rather parcel to His Grandiose Plan;
It was He alone that decided this separation's span.
Through the years, our disparate lives have yet been connected,
By a Power far greater than we know-He corrected
What was indeed our failure-that to our separation, we ceded;
Perhap we were just not prime, and knew not, what we needed;
It is no matter any longer, the solution hath been provided
Through the render of our ardor, our fate hath been decided:
What hath been yet revealed, is but to the whole, a pittance-
Our lives entire, offered to each as this burden's quittance!
Through the years, the Truth shall be revealed:
A beautiful amative comes to fruition, hitherto concealed!
A fanciful futurity depends upon but our own free will-
What it shall be, is to be decided still.
The power to mold same is in three most capable hands-
Fashioned by what you and I, as well as God Almighty, commands!
-Maurice Harris,26 March 2011
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No Matter Of Length
I live now a world away, yet thought of my proximity
Should not be a source of angst, but rather, unanimity;
A singularly solitary somniation, now fashioned by faith;
Does its existence beget its reality, or is it yet, a wraith?
I may not fashion this glory without moving toward its light,
Though, in so doing, may I cause its vanish from my sight?
If this be so, the answer seems to obviate, as an apparition;
Lo, as resplendence grows inversely with distance, it heightens my volition!
Two disparate purposes, each unique unto their own-
Though their seeming inalterable nexus, I do now bemoan!
To pay good riddance to the darkness, I welcome this change;
I am wholly unafeared, though this is scary and very strange-
Undaunted by fear, I use faith as my strength,
I will wait as long as I need, no matter of length!
Maurice Harris,7 June 2010
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The Solitary Lily
The solitary lily, who refuses the valley where enamored;
The heart, once alive with same, now stammered
By a mind that imagines another's worst-
Becomes a flower in its own desert, forever cursed.
Uproot yourself from your harsh, parched terrain,
To the land that is e'er rife with amorous rain;
Sikerly, the way to this place must be fresh in your mind,
As you dwelled blissfully in this land, until others opined
Falsely that you were in need of aegis from your own haven.
Your heart fell victim to your muzzied mind, made raven
By the subjugation it allowed to an oligarchic view:
As if your rainbow were not glorious, despite its amative hue-
Which is why you sought this place, due all it posed to thee;
Alas, you chose another place, instead of the one that was supposed to be!
-Maurice Harris,28 August 2012
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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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A Long-Sought Reacquaintance (What I Might Say, Upon That Glorious Day)
'Good morning young lady, I know you do not remember me-
But, I was there the very day that you were born;
I know that we do not share the same memories,
Yet, I think fondly of such-and those I lack, I mourn!
Not a day passes where thoughts are not drawn
Toward you, and your pleasance-this I assure;
I am sure that your curiosity has started to spawn
Many queries toward me-many indeed, that endure!
Fret not, beauteous little Angel in mine own image-
I shall break down the walls that others have built;
Once again, I shall take in the grace of your visage-
We both seek the replenishment of our relation's wilt.
I am your Father, none other may supplant me;
Anything other than our consort's full restore, simply can't be! '
-Maurice Harris,22 August 2010
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Cry Now Only Tears Of Joy
Cry now only tears of joy, for our destiny has arrived:
All is ever now as we have always dreamt it would be;
More, evermore than we thought it ever could be-
Our lives, up until now have been a bit contrived!
Your beauteous spirit and heart's glorious resplendence
Lend value more than could possibly be quantified,
Always shall you be in my heart, glorified-
Swiftly did you rise to your level of ascendence!
Always and forever, neither long enough to ensure
A ceasing of love, of this you may be certain!
Knowledge of such serves as my heart's curtain,
This is a lasting ardor, wanton not of a cure!
Fortuitous beyond measure assuredly I am indeed,
Powerless to resist this amative, defeat I do concede!
20 October 2008
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Do Not Look Away
Do not look away from the bright, shining star
That serves as the only source of light-
Leading you from the darkness, where you are,
To give you purpose, and all His Righteous Might!
Your dreams are your's, and your's alone;
They are for only you to decide, and to own;
I can only show you the Truth of mine
And marry them with your's, to combine
Two of Heavenly Father's most Highly Coveted,
To form a union-such that no other measures up to it!
Only in your time, decided by Heavenly Father's Divinity,
Will you allow us to bring together our natural affinity
For one another, in a way befitting our ardor-
You have fought this love your whole life, and with time, it only gets harder!
-Maurice Harris,16 February 2012
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Whence Just Nestlings
Whence just nestlings, our prologue was written,
Upon first sight of thee, surely was I, smitten!
Though far too brief, our time together-
It made for me memories to last forever,
Sustained me through times, most worthy of forget-
Aware all the while you would return to me yet!
Perchance, allowance made for all of my hurt,
Mere visage of thine beauty, my just dessert!
Ne'er have mine eyes been so very blessed,
Alas, if you doubt my words, my heart shall attest!
Though you were not near, in my heart you did reside-
Such is the truth of my heart that I may no longer hide!
Unabashed am I in this unfeigned amative,
Lo, surely not homage proper in this humble narrative!
Maurice Harris,31 July 2009
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His Consort, Your Solace
'May you be made strong with all the strength which comes from His glorious power,
So that you may be able to endure everything with patience.' *
May this very strength be with you each and every hour;
This garnered power shall add still, to thine own beautificence!
May He speak to you; His consort, your solace;
May this comfort you, and may you, in your heart, know this;
I have been so blessed as to bear witness
To His prescient glory-and in my heart, I know this:
He has made me an instrument of His love, most gifting-
And, it is not just mine own heart that He is uplifting;
Our love shall be ameliorate, whence paired-
Our lives ever-bettered by all that we have shared;
As I am, you too must be so very scared-
Yet I know, a dream marries not reality, unless dared!
*Colossians 1
-Maurice Harris,8 August 2010
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I Am The Most Beloved Of My Beloved
Though you are not now with me, thoughts abound, as remind-
You are the one thing that they did not steal, nor could I, leave behind:
My heart was left with thee, to guard from further harm-
To be kept in the loving solace of your soul-inspiring charm!
I may possess naught, yet I have everything I need:
You are the call of my heart, and I simply must heed!
Though there exists many queries lain insatiate,
All the answers are there already, for the love He did create.
As today's night gives way to the dawn of the morrow,
Love, felicity, and truth, supplant doubt and sorrow.
Though we are now in quite disparate place, this I know,
Our hearts, minds, and souls exist together, as time shall show;
Should you still feel dubiety's pull, repeat after me:
'I am the most beloved of my beloved', then I shall repeat, after thee!
-Maurice Harris,8 August 2010
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The Dream
What are dreams really, but our hearts speaking to us?
The realization of that dream is what I am seeking through 'us';
I must answer-my heart doth now and resoundlingly call me;
I shan't be prey to what would otherwise befall me,
Should I not listen to this call which pervades through my soul-
I need my half-couplet heart to dwell with its mate, to be whole!
Had not the fates intervened as they have, I may be none the wiser-
That they have though is causal to my ardor, gushing as a geyser!
Had not this gift presented its endow, I may not know any better-
Though now I do-now and evermore, I shall be to same, a debtor!
My heart now basks in tranquillity;
My soul now rejoices in its jollity;
My mind is rife, with wondrous possibility;
The dream-beautiful and brilliant in its clarity!
Maurice Harris,25 May 2010
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A Hope For Tomorrow
I would very much like you to grow accustomed to my unceasing adoration-
For to covet thee is but my solitary vocation!
It took many a year and several, a time-
Yet, now it seems that you are at once, prime;
I was always ready, though not at all unafeared-
Of the spectre of amorous attraction which had then appeared,
Which called me ever-toward its magnificent resplendence-
I marvel each day at this hitherto elusive transcendence!
Though our parting was my soul's sweetest sorrow,
Its evidence inspires awe, as I ponder tomorrow
And all that it most certainly shall behold-
It is in this futurity's brilliance, our story shall be told;
I am forever endebted and always grateful-
Our amative yet to be, recompense for a life spent, always faithful!
-Maurice Harris,21 November 2010
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Freedom's Prayer
Perhaps, my friend, you shall see me no more-
If this be so, do not bury me, I do implore!
Should I not see you again, keep in your heart
A place for me and for all that I did, in you, impart!
Continue to hold true to all that makes thee beauteous-
To the same, I shall remain, steadfast and duteous!
Do not feel sorrow for me though, live your lives whole;
If gone, it will only be in body, they shan't steal too, my soul!
Keep my children too, fresh in your thoughts, they will need
For you to assure them of what you know is my heart's creed!
Should I not return, the fracture of my heart will be complete;
Alas, sadly, this would signify fully, truth's dreadful defeat!
So too, if this comes to pass, though my heart continues breaking-
'I have set the Lord continually before me...I will not be shaken.' (Psalm 16: 8)
Maurice Harris,29 August 2009
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Invalidate The Thorns, But Relish The Rose
You did not have to choose:
You did not have to lose
'The answer to your prayers'
Due the fears of the masses;
Perhaps you'll find, as time passes:
The heart that truly loves, dares
To make the dream real, and gains
More strength and verity every day;
Whilst, the heart that halts and reins
In its ardor, withers slowly in every way.
Even the most beautiful rose has its thorns-
So, invalidate the thorns, but relish the rose.
The heart that shuns its mate, silently mourns.
Look into your heart, ask that it again expose
The amorous amative it now hides.
Banished to nihility, the shunned heart yet abides.
As the rose, true love is perennial:
It does not stray, die, wilt, or wither.
To ignore this call is hopeless self-denial-
Look now to your own; dare deny it lives not, thither!
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1,000 Nightmares, Since I Dreamed
You were all I ever wanted, yet, fear was my nemesis;
I stand now before you, undaunted, due the amorous armor that is the emphasis
Of the ardor I do now feel, deep in my soul!
For a second chance, I beg of you-
With it, we may recompense for what time and circumstances stole.
I only ask because I love you
And need to know you are aware
That in my most lofty aspiration,
Of my longed-for future, you are there,
To serve as my futurity's inspiration!
I know I should have listened then,
But did not, because I knew not how;
I lament that I did not listen when
Your heart begged of mine, but I listen now!
You are far too noble to express regret,
Yet, I may not claim such nobility;
My heart disallows that I forget,
Thus, I was not gifted this ability!
The past is gone, no one may now, change it;
I may only look now to the future,
With the hope that I may arrange it
To include you, as my broken heart's suture!
I have lived 1,000 nightmares, since I dreamed;
It has been many a Moon, since it seemed
I was safe, as when content in your arms-
Since I was happy, as when beguiled by your charms!
Only we may turn back time, and only if we work together-
Together, we may love one another, for the rest of forever!
-Maurice Harris,7 August 2011
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Suddenly
Suddenly, I have eyes that now may see;
That which I never fathomed before, now may be;
Suddenly, I have ears that now may hear,
Which call me toward you, without any form of fear;
Suddenly, I have a heart, no longer coffered-
That longs for the love, you long ago offered.
Suddenly, I have a soul that needs for its mate,
Which embraces the exaltation she does create.
Suddenly, my mind is unafeared, and in accord;
Any further resisitance is something I cannot afford;
Suddenly, mere sight of your visage takes my breath away-
Thought of a life lived with your grace keeps death away!
Suddenly, I am a humble appreciant, and in awe
Of the love I feel in my heart, which has not, a flaw!
-Maurice Harris,15 August 2011
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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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