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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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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Why...Has My Angel Forsaken Me?
Why, I ask, has my Angel forsaken me?
Where has my charmed life now taken me?
I was the most fortuitous man in all the land,
Simply because I was allowed to hold your hand!
Like a flash, my life turned tragically, upside down-
Where once, with constancy, I smiled-now, I am constant, with a frown!
Justice has let me down, in a myriad of ways;
Lo, injustice fades with time, though love stays!
That which you felt to be so very real
Can not be so, runs it does, contrary, to all you feel!
My love for thee stays strong, guarded, in my heart,
Built has it, from that November day, when it did start!
All of my life, I have awaited your presence,
For the rest of my life I shall honor your true essence!
Maurice Harris,26 March 2008
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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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My Precious Bequeath!
Whatever has been done to my precious bequeath;
Indubitably 'neath the surface, I gander beneath! ?
My family I cherished so few weeks ago-
Now here an entity I could barely even know!
Mother has become her 12-year-old self-
Maternal nature surely...to a point, on the shelf!
What is being for all others affected?
Not to mention it is I who all has rejected!
Be so wherever you may surely want to be!
Surely too though not to forget...father...me!
Happiest of holidays surely I have not had!
To be sure, for some time...without family...I will be sad!
Always, my love for thee, grows ever more deep;
Then too, always my price...ever so steep!
Maurice Harris,8 December 2007
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My Heart Surely Doth Weep!
Lying awake,0200 in the morning, heart fluttering, hard to breath-
Thinking of you and naught else-caught in my own purgatory!
Nothing else matters to me, without my beautiful family,
Know not do I reason for my place here, nor do I believe!
Some give all, all give some-yet I, would give ever more
For the love I know you feel inside- to be restored!
Allow please nature to run its course-submit to fate,
I know the capacity of your heart-ne'er is it too late!
Family means more than all else in the world,
My love, ne'er ceasing, e'er increasing-once unfurled!
Many a night, I have cried myself to sleep-
For you, my heart surely doth weep!
End now for both, the heartbeak, the pain-
Return soon to us, our wondrous love-again!
Maurice Harris,3 March 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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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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Your Discourse Goes To My Heart
Your discourse goes to my heart
Where it then resides with permanence-
Has it been such from our very start,
Naught is there to rival your ascendence!
Nary could explicate more eloquently but to say this:
Consummation lives with you, as your essence-
Ne'er shall I allow myself to bear witness
To it's want for flourish, nor it's evanescence!
Your visage, unrivaled by even those most fabled:
It comforts me as I sleep and inspires me whilst awake-
Provides it does for my inner strength, courage it has abled-
Joyfully pursy, as away, my breath it does take!
My life, fortuitous beyond measure of mere word:
Expound hardly may I the wondrous emotions you have stirred!
Maurice Harris,5 November 2008
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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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Moments In Time
Moments in time help to define you as a man,
Even if they are of times that no one could understand!
Crippled by fear, strengthened by truth,
Held accountable, without any sort of proof!
All that defines me as a man-integrity, honor, pride,
Has been, by some, ignored entirely, even set aside!
Always do I treat others with the utmost of respect-
Naturally, the same in return, is what I expect!
The love of my life, turned into a monster, in an instant,
Accepting of this role I am not, I am far too persistent!
Amongst all the destruction is left rubble and need to rebuild;
I am hopeful, that through my faith, belief in you is again instilled!
Life is too long a road to walk by one's self-
Too long indeed, to keep your heart away, upon a shelf!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2008
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The Song For My Beloved
The song for my beloved, voiced sweetly to thee-
My opus, others may only surmise as to its beauty!
A melodious tune surely, yet there be not word-
The love in my heart, the only sounds heard!
Its magic seen, its power felt-over many a mile-
Many years its nemesis, though it lasted all the while!
Nothing is there surely to dispute its glory,
So is the wondrous tale of my heart's story!
In every beautiful moment, I hear it louder still-
In the power of the summer sun, the winter's chill;
I hear it as when, to me, He did deliver-
Hear it surely, as my heart doth quiver!
This, my melodic muse, since I was young-
Surely, the sweetest song ever to be sung!
Maurice Harris,28 August 2009
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Alone, Without Her Touch!
Lord, grant me the strength to become, through my pain,
One who may show all his best, in the face of other's worst!
Allow me to find my heart's keeper once again,
Allay for her, all her fears, from which, she is cursed!
My prayer to Thee, at all times I am able-my love's return-
The call I place out to my family-allow them please, to hear!
I have tried in living my life, righteous and sincere,
To have You protect and guide me, a gift I hope I have earned!
Alone here I sit, ne'er though am I lonely,
I have love inside my heart-only
I am not privy to my precious bequeath:
For this to come to me, more the soon-I do beseech!
For all other things in life mean not very much!
Man is lonely without his love-alone, without her touch!
Maurice Harris,18 March 2008
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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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A Father's Prayer
A Father's prayer...but to be with his ladies, unseen:
To see and aid them as they e'er too rapidly, grow;
Not a greater pleasure and honor in my life, will I know!
Has it been forever, since last I have seen?
A monster, named fear, took me away,
As though a death sentence to me each day!
All was tried, to rationalize actions taken,
Left was I: forlorn, heart-broken and forsaken!
I am the antithesis of all that about me, was said;
If there be truth inherent-wish myself would I, dead!
I have been asked to pay for crimes, not my own,
For others though, I have indeed penance, atoned!
All I have ever asked, was for the truth to emerge-
Surely it has indeed-soon to remove us from this scourge!
Maurice Harris,8 March 2008
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My Delicate, Paper Heart
My delicate, paper heart...torn into pieces;
I am desperate to see the day when my pain ceases!
Shredded it was, without even thought, otherwise begotten-
Love you still I do, for pain, I must be a glutton!
A lot of time has past, surely you know now what is real;
Cease now your crusade, allow yurself to heal!
All the pain you did feel, I am afraid, self-inflicted;
To shut your heart to the love you feel-restricted!
I do not know if you will ever know the pain you did cause-
I hope though, next you act in haste, at the least, you pause!
My life has been ruined, by your paranois and fear,
When in fact, it is not I, but you, that should be here!
Life has a way of coming full circle, at times;
Perhaps, as penance, your sentence is contained in my rhymes!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2008
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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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What If...?
What if I had chosen with my heart
And not my head? For a start,
My life would be drastically different-
I probably would not need to be so persistent
With respect to rebuilding my life;
I would not now be subject to such strife
As my heart almost could not take-
In the most real sense, it really did break!
It is never too late though, to alter its course-
I know the love in my heart, and I know its source;
This is now the heading I shall steer-
To seek the Angel that I hold most dear!
If only I should be so fortuitous
As to tie the bond I do now see, between us!
-Maurice Harris,17 July 2011
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Easter,2008
All alone I lie, in contemplation,
Not do I know my life's next destination!
All that I have ever truly loved-taken away-
Lo, that wretched Veteran's Day! !
Easter has arrived, as though to hasten in new life-
But, before that may be-you must rid yourself of inner strife!
I, in my heart, know the truth of that day,
Thoughts of anything other, sheer absurdity, i must say!
I love completely, with all I am, my family most beauteous,
Look though, what a moment of fear did to us!
Love you not less, for succumbing to fear,
Though, thought not did you, to keep truth near!
Whatever may happen, my love for you never left,
Ne'er could I leave thee wanting, or bereft!
Maurice Harris,23 March 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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A Father's Lamentation
How long is a lifetime?
Surely, it is measured
In inspiration sublime-
Must, by all, be treasured!
Is then a lifetime longer
Than only two years?
Why do I feel no stronger-
Measuring my pain in tears?
If 'God is my might'
And she, 'The chosen One'-
Why is this now not right?
Why has my life not begun?
When does my light shine again-
When does my life truly begin?
Maurice Harris,21 November 2009
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