If You Love Someone
I learned from another, to let go of fear-
Heretofore, I shall endeavor to make my emotions clear;
If you love someone, show them, unequivocally-
When you love someone, tell them, fastidiously!
Should I sit idly by and allow this glory to fade,
Lest I believe another may be waylaid?
No! Your heart is quite adept at love, use it well-
Now I know I shan't fall victim to regret's retell!
I love someone, and I shared with her, the same-
I have no means by which to extinguish this flame!
I must do as my heart compels, I am merely a vessel-
I shan't query my decision, nor, its method, wrestle!
I now know that my beloved has no doubt;
How is this? Because, I cast it all out!
Maurice Harris,7 March 2010
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With Arms Wide Open
My mind, rife with moments yet to be;
Your absence, I shan't allow to get to me;
My heart, it's lacking again, after a brief respite
From the vigil it has pulled for my beloved, despite
The miles betwixt and with time itself not allaying
Any dolor I may have-though, its needs I am obeying!
My eyes have seen a glory, so now I know it's real;
My soul's capture is complete, it's reality I can feel;
My arms long to nestle thee-I, remiss, for not
Making allowance of your desire, to have-I ought!
WIth arms wide open, I welcome your return;
All the love you need have, sikerly, I shall earn;
Our future shall be written, upon the shoulders of ardor-
This is but the natural order, with which we shan't barter!
Maurice Harris,15 March 2010
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You May Never Know...
Should there have been any doubt, it is now gone;
Had there been enquiry, it is now and e'er, withdrawn!
No form or fashion of question remains to vex,
Yet, this overwhelming feeling still serves to perplex!
I know this, as surely as I do the Sun will set, and the Moon, rise-
Should I further require validation, I need only gaze into your eyes!
My heart's joyful celebration, its awe-inspiring exalt-I remain duteous;
My mind's eye hath been e'er beguiled by this vision, most beauteous!
Sikerly, this shan't fade, as then, a glory shall have been lost,
Lest, this may be causal to heart's lament, my felicity, its cost!
You may never know the beauty I do see, though
It shan't ever be due to my inability to thusly show
You and all else, what, in me you do always impart;
For you are the solitary cause of the beatitude in my heart!
Maurice Harris,8 April 2010
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I Proffer Not, Acquiescence!
I have stood forlorn, at the very precipice
Of what Dante coined 'The Eternal Abyss';
Yet, I have seen too, beautificence, sans pareil
And have been inspired by each, all the while!
I have seen acts, diabolical and gifts, Empyrean,
Yet, through it all, I live by a creed, Nietzschean:
'That which does not kill you, makes you stronger',
Though, I shan't stand by idly and do naught any longer!
A precious gifting hath been purloined, from me and mine-
I shan't, its allowance, forgive, though each may otherwise be fine!
I must make known, this scourge, and its remedy, ensure-
To this end, I will do what I must, yet my intentions remain pure!
Until this glory is restored, there exists a void, in its absence-
The lament of my heart is why I proffer not, acquiescence!
Maurice Harris,16 March 2010
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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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Amorous Destiny
Patience, abundant-I await my love's imminent magnificence;
Understanding, effortless-we both endeavor toward its resplendence!
I do not know all the answers, but I am willing meet any and all query-
I give my heart completely-without any form of doubt, nor thought, leery!
I presume naught, yet, I hope for all my dreams to meet with fruition;
To make myself this vulnerable is wholly of my own volition!
To see a glory as this and allow its fleeting, I can not-
For if I possess the means to cause its lasting-I ought!
Though I know not incisively, her most closely-held thought-
I must, in spite of this, move ever closer to what I've always sought!
I reach for sentiment, proper-to explicate my soul's elation;
My heart, worn upon my sleeve with her-without a moment's hesitation!
I say to myself: 'one day, she shall see and celebrate with me,
What is and always hath been our amazing amorous destiny! '
Maurice Harris,9 May 2010
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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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Allow The Descent
In order to fall in love, you must allow the descent-
To be given away, your heart needs your mind's consent;
To be truly loved, you need to graciously recieve it-
Love contrariwise, is the gift of your own heart-you leave it
With the one who has uplifted and absquatulated it:
Does not, your love, belong to the one who created it! ? !
Love with all you have, as you possess naught else-
Love devoutly, unabashedly-not to wonder what else
There may be, to garner thine amorous affection:
Love, as naught else, offers a puissant self-protection.
Love is truly its own wondrous reward-
Love is the only road where you are never detoured;
Listen beloved, as love, for you, doth call-
Allow yourself to love, and along the way, enjoy the fall!
-Maurice Harris,25 March 2011
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Many Ponderances
Many ponderances have I, upon this day of myriad emotion;
How might I, I wonder, garner your heart's unceasing devotion! ?
Might you one day see the glory of the love we do share?
Could you ever accept that you must be most beauteous and fair?
Gather with me, my beloved, in this place, at this time-
Celebrate with me, this glorious love-these emotions, sublime!
Accept your place in my heart, where your safety is ensured;
Follow a fresh-faced boy, through a life, a love, that has endured!
In many forms and in many ways, my love for you is not so new-
My heart's guerdon shielded me, until fate brought me back to you!
May you gain, as I, this assurance: mind, heart and soul, all in accord;
Experience with me, all the jubilation one short life may afford!
You think my love, most fantastic and me, now most fanciful-
One day though, no more-as you embrace our ardor, most bountiful!
Maurice Harris,27 April 2010
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The Last Word
What must a man do, when the world fails him-
Lest, he believe that the same, assails him?
For shame world that hath 'tread on me'!
Thou should have counted instead, on me!
The last word shall be mine, this I assure thee;
I shan't allow this injustice now before me!
I shall do what my heart tells me I must-
Because, in this, and only this, I lay my trust!
This scourge, lo, this cancer
Demands a swift answer;
I should not have to feel inferior-
As though the 'system's' motives are ulterior!
A price need be paid, and a lesson, learned!
This is my inherent right, not just what I have earned!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
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The Poignant Consequence Of A Love, Ignored
You said that you love me, yet you do not know me;
You said that you love me-so, why do you not show me?
I wonder what your thoughts tell you now when no one is there! ?
Perhaps you may wonder why it is that I even care,
After you so unceremoniously discarded me with nary a second thought.
Perhaps you are ignorant now of all the dreams you sought
So long, and shared with me-it is not like you to give up;
I know who I am, and I know that I most certainly live up
To the man you need, it is you that shutters with fear
Of ghosts that haunt you-though, the reasons are not clear.
'What if...? ' should never be more important than what is,
And fear should never lead your actions, but is.
You show so much bravery and conviction in all you do,
But somehow only unto thine own self you have not remained true:
You do not fashion your want and needs, they fashion you.
You cannot simply ignore them, not when you possess this passion, to
Become who you know you can be-we are not 'unreal';
You cannot have this ardor and simply choose to unfeel
It-it defines who you are in so many ways.
Whether I am in your life, there are sure to be many days
Where these thoughts linger with you, and you begin to doubt
The wisdom of the decision to first seek your love, then cast it out-
As though the risks are not far outweighed by the rewards.
Alas, you now run away from the love that once ran towards:
Out of a sense duty to an ignorance that is assumed,
You now pretend, that a love that once consumed
You, does not exist and your life is not prime
For the glory of this fervor, sublime.
Instead, you pretend as though, your happiness does not matter;
You have allowed the reality you know exists, to scatter
From the realm of plausibility, to that of a love, lost.
Have you ever stopped to consider the cost
Of continued subjugation of you own hopes and dreams! ?
A heart withers if kept from that which it esteems
More than all else-a haven for both its guard and sustenance.
This is the reality of your loss-its poignant consequence!
-Maurice Harris,31 May 2012
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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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Dreams Of Your Eminence
Your beautiful blue eyes, my direct path to the truth of your heart:
I feel your contentment in the warmth of your gaze-
Wherever you may be, that is where my heart lays,
Friends do come and go, yet my love shan't from you, part!
Dreams of your eminence, greet me on a nightly basis,
Ne'er could I have imagined my exaltation,
Sing I do, the sweet song of my heart's jubilation-
Our love for one another shows in each others faces!
No matter the trial, no matter the tribulation
I shall be here for thee, awaiting your presence near-
Though a future we have unknown, nothing surely to fear,
Our love has rooted for us a firm foundation!
A beauteous, powerful love, reserved just for me,
A daily celebration betwixt us, for all the world to see!
Maurice Harris,22 October 2008
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This Luminescence
So long as I may be capable of respiration,
Thou shan't e'er be wanton for admiration:
I shall trumpet thine beatitude to the world, entire-
Thou art the dream, to which I most ardently aspire;
Mine whole life had been, of true love, devoid-
Until that fateful day, when again deployed
Was the promise that we envisioned many years ago-
Long dormant, this luminescence is once again, aglow!
That which burns so beauteous and bright,
Shan't be disregarded, to fleet from sight
Before its brilliance may be properly appreciated;
A love deferred is a love never satiated:
I owe it to you, and you owe it to me,
To take this chance, to see what we may be!
-Maurice Harris,17 February 2011
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I Learn Of Strength, Beauty, Love and Compassion
My heart resides with thee, its tutelar;
My consort with thee, in many ways didascalar-
I learn of strength, beauty, love and compassion;
Rare indeed, yet you possess and gift them, absent ration!
As each day passes to the morrow,
I learn more from thee, with hope to borrow
More permanence still, with the passing of days-
Hoping beyond all hope that this bounty stays!
I reside now in a state heretofore only in the scape of dream;
My reality supplants this aspiration, though real it did seem!
I must cause remind daily that this glory be not a wraith;
Proof positive this hath been, in the overwhelming power of faith!
I shan't cease erudition, thee not, pedagogy-same, contrariwise;
Sikerly this shall be our future, as in the morrow, the Sun shall again rise!
Maurice Harris,18 May 2010
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A Love, As Our's, Shan't There Be Compare
I shall love thee at all times, and in ways, innumerable-
My love for thee shall be without precedent-incalculable!
I shall love thee, at times e'en despite yourself;
Most gracious and giving may I be, owing to my heart's melt!
Though deserving of it, at times, debateable
You are solely causal for my heart, so stable!
Ne'er again shall I be without your love;
Ne'er again shall thee need want for wonderful thoughts of!
My love for thee can and shall have caused movement of mountains;
Causal it has been to the crossing of most vast of oceans!
Nary an impediment may be placed betwixt,
My love, surely e'en my broken heart may be fixed!
A love, as ours, shan't there be compare;
Amazedly gaze, do all others, fixed be their glare!
Maurice Harris,31 December 2007
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Faith's Reward
We may not bide with this glory should we be too afeared;
What for art thou then fawn at what thou always revered?
I have searched my entire life for the one that allows my heart to sing,
My soul to be inspired-to love, more than myself-this is what you bring!
To cause you pain-akin to a self-broken heart, this I shan't e'er allow-
I shall love and covet thee more each passing day-I solemnly avow!
We've been given a truly miraculous, Empyrean gift, always to treasure;
I shall do all I may to honor this, above all else, no matter the measure!
I once thought of happiness as an earthly realm, my acquiescense;
My dreams of more than this met with reality-your quintessence!
This wondrous elation, I simply must always have-it is my life's aim-
These are not mere words, it is notice of my actions-one and the same!
Accept this Heavenly proffer with the enduring faith that brought it-
Embrace all the ardor it provides, remembering why we sought it!
Maurice Harris,11 May 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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Return To The Glory We Shared
When will this nightmare and be complete?
When shall I be able to rest, off my weary feet?
Why does my heart ache so, as though it did break?
How long does it go on, thaqt your love does forsake! ?
When and where will the sorrow cease?
How too will my love get a new lease?
Why is it that this became believable-
How is that this did become conceivable?
Why have you turned, and gone now astray?
What for have you cause, for your heart's runaway?
How is it too that you can see something in me that I am not?
Why then can you believe what you not, ought?
My love, return to the glory we shared-
Our precious gift, allow now its return, and show you cared!
Maurice Harris,19 December 2007
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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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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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