Infinite And Unparalleled
I have given all to thee, expect naught, did I, in return;
One might exposit a certain status this may earn!
Expect only, did I, a certain mutual respect-
What I received though-no one could expect!
You once asked me, not so long ago: 'Do you love me enough? '
What say you now, my dear? Naught do I place above!
I have given all for thee, surely I would all again to remind;
Leave now, my lady, all who hath hurt us, behind!
No doubt should thee have of your place in my heart;
You reside where always you have, from first impart-
Occupy do you, all thought, every moment in time;
Causal art thine essence, to this very rhyme!
My love for thee-infinite and unparalleled for certain,
Alas, beloved, thine own actions causal to love's drawn curtain!
Maurice Harris,31 December 2007
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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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Memories Of Thee
Memories of thee, infused within me, with effeverscence;
Thoughts abound of thee, love of thine own presence;
Walk with me, hold my hand, for I am your Dad-
Speak to me, I shall protect you, though removed was, what we had!
Love for you, paternal, hath been since your genesis-
Thus with your love for me, as shown, does define us!
My life's purpose, from then, defined through you-
Fatherhood, for me, means everything because of you!
My little lady you are, always shall thee be-
My special gift, an offering from Heaven, as the world does see!
He, Himself, proffered you to me, as we needed one another-
Nary could we have found satiation with any other!
I love thee, with effusion and without bounds-
I love thee, lo, surely the love betwixt, astounds!
Maurice Harris,11 December 2007
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The Gift Of Faith (Happy 3rd Birthday Gabriella)
Today all may celebrate your birth,
Alas, a gift, I am not able to proffer;
Yet, a gift, He hath given-I must coffer
My love for thee, mask must I, my mirth!
I may not share words of praise with thee,
Nor may I dote upon thee, in thine presence;
I long to again share my days with thee,
Celebrating, with the world, in thine pleasance!
Nary doth a moment fleet, whence thought
Does not gather upon thee, nor shall, e'er;
Naught shall suffice to remove the pallor,
The heartache, that day thence, brought!
Sikerly, this too shall pass and be supplanted
By consort again with thee, when this is granted!
I ponder with wonderment, that day, still to be,
Where I may not have to carry this heart, forlorn-
The wonder I have had since you were born;
The wonder now, and the wonder I am still to see!
I brim with pride, though you are not near to me;
With constancy you are with me, this shan't ever
Be not the same-a bond that even time can't sever-
No matter of space, you shall always be most dear to me!
There is no recompense for what hath been taken,
No means by which to stop, nor turn back time;
Naught shall ever requite loss of moments, sublime,
Nor restore, anew, confidence severely shaken!
Sikerly, this too shall pass and be valued and varied-
Through the strength gained, by the burden I have carried!
Maurice Harris,1 February 2010
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I Have But Dreamt Of Thee
I have but dreamt of thee, lo, made you I did, real!
Many a night have you greeted me, as I did sleep-
Many still a solitary nox, were you causal-my heart's leap!
Alas, inducive, your quixotic beauty is, to the glory I do feel!
Never had I made consort with thine own visage....
Until that glorious day whence upon I made realization
That you were more than just mine own fanciful fantisization...
Its glory was revealed, in all its splendor-for its not a mirage!
All owed to that blessed day whence Heaven did meet the Earth-
Lacking for naught am I now, but for to make for this, quittance!
Surely, all I offer thee to requite for such, serves as mere pittance-
Proffer still I shall, all I may, as homage to thee-for my perpetual mirth!
All ever I could have hoped, more still than I could dream!
Hold thee I shall, and honor thee, in most the high esteem!
Maurice Harris,13 April 2009
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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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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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Eternally Adored
God's mentation surely shorted thee naught-
For if you aren't an Angel, then, to be, thee ought!
He hath bestowed upon thee, eyes most resplendent;
Beyond comprehension-my emotions for thee, transcendent!
The first, when I was very young; Perchance, last whence I, doddery!
As I live my life of wonder, I shall covet thee as my feodary!
Heaven hath no response more beauteous than thee-
Likewise, Earth hath no consort more duteous than me!
Wheresoever you may be, whatsoever you may do-
Whensoever I may have cause to do so, I shall ruminate, of you!
My life was inexorably altered when you sought, then did find, me;
Should you ever doubt your grace, I shall be there, to remind thee!
You are my soul's accompaniment and my heart's reward, -
Perchance, you trust not in forever, yet you shall be eternally adored!
Maurice Harris,8 March 2010
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You Shall Too
Thou shalt ne'er have cause for doubt, toward mine ardor;
Mine sentiment toward thine beautificence is not one with which I may barter:
Naught that thou shalt ever demonstrate
Shall have cause for my doubt, nor for me to hesitate
For even a mere moment, whence consideration thereof is drawn;
Herein lies verbalization of the amity that your beautificence did spawn:
What for hath God bequeathed me, with eyes,
If not to be graced with your Empyrean beauty, and realize
That if not for thee, I would have not cause to so loftily aspire-
As, I have as much cause to covet thee, as I do to respire! ? !
Your's is a beauty more rarified than any earthly jewel:
The magnificent, resplendent Angel, I have dubbed Guzel.
One day my beloved, contrariwise, you shall surely see,
As I unabashedly profess my love-you shall too-for me!
-Maurice Harris,2 November 2010
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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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Lonesome, Frightened Little Dove
E'en now, I ruminate still of the lonesome, frightened little dove;
Love do I, all aspects of you- this assures me of the power of love!
Fly, thee have, away; be back shall thee, in days-
Whenst you are, counting the ways-shall you be, to stay!
Love follows me, follows you-wherest ever we may go;
Always there, buried at times, though, lo and behold-
Here it is, right where I stand, near to my woman,
For her, gracious and humbled-I am her man!
Always do we think of our 'thine'-ever, ever, to be!
Love you do I, honestly, I carry my heart, to thee!
You are my Princess, I, your Prince-attend each day, your coronal-
See thee, do I everywhere I may find call!
Our love for other's thee, our family-
Thinkest now of, my lonesome, freightened little dove!
Maurice Harris,18 December 2007
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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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A Love, Meant For All Ages
What now of your story, is it now more true?
Methinks it to be inactual, in opposition to you!
Where could it go so very, very swiftly-
How could it take leave from thee, so very quickly?
Now you are there, all alone, without us-
Now is the time to return all, to the way it was!
Without such, none shall e'er know, surely
What was to be, not too, what's meant still, tis too early!
Wheresoever, it shall be known, by some, by all-
Hear they shall our love's duteous, distinct call!
Wither away fear; love, come thee, hither-
Stay from us dread, away-go thee away, thither!
A love, meant for us, for all the ages-
Meant to endure itself, in all its prescient stages!
Maurice Harris,9 December 2007
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Elucidation Doth Escape Me...
Nary has there been a beauty, more rarified as thee-
Upon sight of such, sans a thought, all would agree!
Grace such as this, as your's-celebrated for all of time:
Alas, in myriad of ways like-art, war, sacrifice and rhyme!
Exalted has been such in ways too numerous to expound,
Tales of it's immense power and glory do surely abound!
Ne'er more mighty though than whence it is prescient-
An abstract utterance, for me, not- I speak of mine own adorement!
Elucidation doth escape me to define its glory;
Perhaps my heart foretells its own story!
Unabashed am I to pronounce its affect,
Sikerly not was it chance our paths came to intersect!
Naught is there more exhilirating than my heart aflutter-
For it is this, it is thee, that is causal to its stutter!
Maurice Harris,23 March 2009
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In Thee I Trust
Thee has created me with love,
To love.
Thou has forgiven my sins
As vast as the ocean
My only true love
In Thee I depend
For waking each morn’
My daily sustanance
To Thee I pray
Ever so humble and thankful
For my every blessing received
I kneel to Thee
Thee sent Rumi in my dreams
To show me the way
The narrow ledge I am to cross
He showed me how
Swifty without fear
Of what lies below
He showed me how to fly inThine Mercy
And truly “yaqeen” in Thee
My beloved creator
Who knows the depth of my heart
To Thee
I leave all my affairs
My every thought,
Am consumed by Thee
My heart echoes Thy name
My life in Thine hands
In Thee lies my destiny
To Thee I yearn to return
Pure of heart and soul...
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The Grief Of My Heart
Explication naught is there, for to make but reason
Out of the grief of my heart, truth seems its treason:
I shall submit not to shame-to thine own self, I am true,
Be this put again to me, all the same still, I would do!
An emptiness exists, wherest there is so much to give-
This void shan't find fill whence lacking your presence near,
Such this is at current, so too for as long as I may live!
Alas, return to me or stay aloof, I shall hold thee still dear!
You touched my very soul, then you scurried away-
I beseech you for your return, a riposte yet, of stay!
Articulation as this is lacking too, to present proper repose:
Missing thee, my heart blossoms still, as an eternal rose!
I am without contrition, my conscience too, is clear-
Touched by an Angel was I, ever shall I hold thee most dear!
Maurice Harris,8 April 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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Alas, My Love, Here We Are
Alas, my love, here we are, at yet another crossroads;
Must we see, wherest we go, how well we shall bode!
Relationships understood, by none, but we;
Explicative to none else, to know, you do, me!
Return, must we, to our days of yore;
None else matters herein- no need of settling the score!
Where for art thou lonely heart?
Hearest, you must, my call to love, commencing our start!
The essence of you, the definition of me-
Wherest ever you are- so too easily seen!
Close thine eyes, imagine me there-
Close thine eyes, imagine there be no scare!
Lovest, honor all that you are-
Respecteth, cherish- for thee, near or far!
Maurice Harris,11 December 2007
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All My Love
All my love, expressly and completely given to thee,
With this, I proffer my unconditional loyalty-
Naught is there, to offer such proper restrain:
Any attempt of battle shall surely be in vain!
Replete am I, with you in my grateful regard-
Alas, our love is predestined, not might I retard!
For I have been given all, I owe such to thee, in return:
Endeavor I shall, heretofore, your love, to earn!
All of my hopes, indeed, all of my dreams, replete-
WIth you I am made to be whole, my life complete!
Though surely we are not strangers, so much still to gather,
Days pass, and with each we more fond, or rather
Do we grow ever more in love, with passing of days;
A love that grows, that lasts-indeed, a love that stays!
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To Mine Heart's Captor
To mine heart's captor: thou knowest who for art thou!
With its absquatulation complete, what art thine plans now?
Art thine intentions altruistic and pure-
May thine jollity, these intentions, ensure?
Might thine heart be exalted in consort with mine?
If thee were to seek its consult, how would it opine?
Love knows not impediments, it lasts and grows forever;
Come with me, my beloved, we shall live this truth, together!
Have not thee thought of me, fondly, in mine absence?
The gift of our love is proof of His Divine Benevolence!
Walk this journey called life with me by thine side;
Mine unceasing love shall always, and e'er, be supplied-
For so long as thou art enamored by this offer;
First though, you need remove thine heart from its coffer!
-Maurice Harris,16 May 2011
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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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