May...
May the Sun continue to gather upon you;
May the light of the Moon be count upon too,
To lead your way, should you need its guide;
May all your wants and needs, find provide!
May flowers continue bloom, more beauteous;
May Heaven's calling bear on still, as duteous!
May nature's madrigal sustain its opus, melodious-
May too, your heart brim with love, yet remain commodious!
May smiles be with you all the time;
May all of your laughter be genuine;
May your heart be gladdened-your soul, uplifted-
For this-and so much more, to me, you have gifted!
May you know without equivocation, this one verity-
You are my soul's solitary compeer-beautiful in its clarity!
Maurice Harris,1 May 2010
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Lest You Forget
I ponder the depths of your myriad emotion
Whilst aware of your unconditional devotion!
Do you, as I, awake to find your glorious dream
Is ever more beauteous than even it did seem?
Does your heart tremble upon our love's contemplation?
Does it provide cause for your soul's celebration?
Can you feel my presence though many miles separate us?
Do you know what a tremendous part in such fate was?
Are the sounds of common birds singing now more melodious?
Does your heart brim with love, yet remain commodious?
Should you not give all when all has been given to thee?
Such is the myriad majestic emotions you have given to me!
Might you know just how much your love does mean?
Lest you forget, a beauty such as your's-mine eyes have never seen!
Maurice Harris,9 November 2008
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Heart's Elation
Time means naught, it is but a harbinger of the inevitable;
Space means little too, though it limits time together, available!
My amorous wonderment is for a beauteous lady, not a spectre-
She is my muse, my soul's solitary compeer and my heart's protector!
This was once but a dream, yet now is a magnificent reality-
My heart its vessel, yet it pervades through all forms of modality!
It could only ever have been now, it only ever have been her,
I see, where she can not, all the outward beauty, and that within her!
Listen to what you know is truth, be not afraid for its fleeting;
Forever more, please know, our heart's elation bided for our meeting!
We are not like anything either has ever experienced,
We are a pairing as yet wholly unaudienced-
The Heavens shine upon us, with a gleeful pride,
Asking that we use but our heart's elation as our guide!
Maurice Harris,18 April 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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Most Precious Love
This wondrous feeling of love, impending;
Our's is a story without bound or an ending!
Whatsoever the form, no matter the fashion,
My outward expression of amorous awe, I am not willing to ration!
Birds now sing a more melodious tune,
No matter of time shall be too much, nor too soon!
Heaven's proffer is now my fortune-
The sweet song of my elation-all shall croon!
Time, after time, I give pause, to ensure it is real-
Not even God Himself saw fit, to prepare me for how I feel!
I suppose He meant it, to add to its might-
I am ever-obliged to Him, for my heart's delight!
As though fashioned directly from my dreams,
Is this beauty divine, whose presence seems
Embedded within my very soul-
One with whom, I could happily grow old!
I have no means of recompense, oh Lord-
No matter of explication of same, nary a word;
Mine is a gifting, most fortuitous indeed-
My fiercely guarded heart has now been freed!
I defy anyone to draw like comparison
To the love I now feel, or its beauteous garrison!
I could wait 1,000 millenia, yet, none would gather-
All may ruminate long and thoughtfully, but rather
Than present a gifting of like compare,
They too would succumb to defeat, vis-a-vis, this dare!
Remember, if naught else, m'lady, most beauteous-
Our's is a most precious love, to which I shall remain duteous!
Maurice Harris,13 April 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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I Must Be...
I must be for thee, all that I may-
If but hope do I, to start to repay
The debt owed you for my heart's exalt,
As you safely guard it, in your own's vault!
I must be for thee, all that you need,
For each and every want, I shall indeed
Make any and all effort, to make retort-
For the pleasure of your consort,
It is the least I may do, yet, still-
Remiss, if all your dreams do not fulfill!
I must be for thee, all that you are for me;
My heart's valiant protector, my love's verity-
Many may find love, though, ne'er as have I,
My soul's solitary compeer is now nigh!
Perchance, my beloved, I may not have word
For explication proper, yet this is assured-
I was meant for to become, and be, for thee,
All that you need for your soul's mate, to be;
I am the Sun, which gives rise at dusk, to your Moon;
You are the love, which for me, could ne'er come too soon!
You are the beauty, combined, from all that doth surround;
You are a wonderment which shall perpetually astound;
I am the mighty tree, shaped by your constant wind;
You are the awe-inspiring grace, that naught could portend!
Beautiful words have been combined, for many a year,
In attempt to capture my heart's exalt, and lend it to an ear!
Art has been fashioned, as a form of homage
Or to present to the world, one love's own visage!
Songs have been written, trying to capture the essence
Of same, yet still, words are bereft to define this pleasance!
Wars have been fought, since the dawn of time, in it's name-
Alas, there be victors, the delimitation is still the same!
Love is what makes all other emotions even possible,
Yet, its explication remains enigmatically implausible!
Still the same, the search for its capture shall continue,
In every way imaginable-forum, form, function and venue!
Though, for we two, all I may do is still endeavor, same-
For I am ever-captivated, and you are virtuously, to blame!
As stated many times previous and in ways, many,
Naught is there to draw compare to thee, nor shall, any!
Maurice Harris,18 January 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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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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The Gift, Given; The Life, Striven.
I cannot stay asleep, my soul is stirring like it has, ne'er before;
My heart is alive again, as though it were not e'er, before;
My mind is racing, there is so much I wish to impart,
My lips are quivering, as they wait for my mouth to start
Speaking with the beloved source of all this beauteous agitation-
The entirety of my existence is wholly duteous, to the vocation
That is adoration of same-I am not able to explicate this any more;
Though, I do know however, that as time wends, there shall be many more
Reasons for this adoration, as time and love collect them, as gifts, to me;
I await this verity of my heart to meander back-as I hope it shifts to me
Once again, to never fall asunder again; this is all that, for which my heart,
Mind, and soul most ardently hope-the only way that each may possibly cope
With this most profound loss-as now I have only to keep the faith, and hope
For what I know is to be-my long-sought-for life-to finally start!
-Maurice Harris,14 January 2012
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The Proposal
I shall be your everything, as you are for me;
How do I propose to do this, how might this be?
My beloved, precious Angel, my intentions I shall share
As to how I may endeavor to do this, or yet, even dare!
Foremost, I shall be your heart's e'er vigilant guardian
As you are for me, and e'er shall be, my gift, Empyrean!
Naught is there to draw compare to thee, not ever-
None shall ever come betwixt we two, nor surely, sever
The alliance mine own heart has with thine own mind,
Nor sikerly, contrariwise-each pairing amorously intertwined!
Your every thought, I shall be, due my allegiance of cause-
As you sleep, when you are awake, when busy, as you take pause!
It is my heart's solemn duty, to provide reason, copious
For your heart to brim with emotion, yet remain commodious!
Ne'er shall you 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 duplicate-
Our hearts, a symbiotic, pairing, always tending to ameliorate!
Your wants shall be wants of my own, surely you feel the same-
My heart and soul have been thieved, you are amorously, to blame!
Without thee, ne'er could I even make cause to respire,
For you are the solitary source of my mind's true admire!
All I shall be, for thee: your heart's loyal protector, your confidant,
Most trusted friend, your calm in the storm, your duteous appreciant,
The world shall behold the beauty that hath captivated my heart,
All shall revel, as I, in all the glory and resplendence you do impart!
Remiss would I be, if but one single moment lain waste
Whence I celebrated not, the beautificence therein graced!
Maurice Harris,24 November 2009
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This Beauty I Do Adore
All in nature which inspires awe, now more still
Shall be seen in each day's passing, surely until
I make consort again with the beauty at it's cause;
Yearn do I for this day, with nary a moment's pause!
Memories made more enduring, mirth more abiding;
Bereft of explication am I-the elation now providing
Strength, hope and faith, like naught else has before-
Mere thought of this grace, this beauty I do adore!
The Sun, the Moon, the resplendent star;
All that is beautificent, more still, whether near or far-
Wondrous works of art, an opus most melodious,
Satiate my heart, yet it still remains commodious;
Naturally, I need not repeat from whence:
All is made ever more splendiferous since!
Maurice Harris,20 September 2009
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This Ardor Is My Strength
I met my love as a child, afeared and unaware;
Now I see that my love has always been right 'there'-
I loved her then and I love her evermore, still-
Surely, I always have and I always, always will!
I know she loves me, because my heart tells me its true;
I know she calls for me, as surely as I call for her too-
This is all I need, I want for no further attestation-
My heart has been calling, I accept its invitation!
I wait no longer, my destiny has arrived, at long last-
I take leave of this place, to remain only in my past-
My home is where my heart has been for so very long,
I must provide wings for this love-its calling, so very strong!
This ardor is my strength, my truth, my light-which leads my way-
The glow of which becomes ever more resplendent every single day!
Maurice Harris,31 May 2010
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Only I Know You (An Ode To faith)
God said to me: 'My Beloved Son, go now to this place,
So that you may begin to fashion more dreams, and begin to erase
The blight of fears that has built up inside
The Angel I have gifted to thee-do not run, do not hide
And allow both of your deepest aspirations to fade
To inconsequence-this is the move that must be played!
Go on your faith, and all else you have dreamt shall come to be;
But first, you must show the world that you have come to Me-
Both in heart and mind, and with your entire soul;
Prove that Mine are the only Virtues that you extol.
And then, Beloved Son, all other answers to prayers shall be gifted,
And your ever-inspired trinity shall be uplifted.
This Cherub shares your dreams-and I shall show her
That your collective aspirations are one and the same-
I shall do this with My Hand, and in My Name-
Because, as I know you, I too know her.
I shall gift to her all that I do to you, contrariwise;
All in due time, she too shall come to realize
That, though your dreams may cause her to be freightened-
They are her dreams too, and shall see her soul heightened
Beyond what could have ever been fathomed-in ways that only I may see;
As I am the Truth, and the Way-only I may be
The same for both of you-and I shall continue to show you,
That only you know each-as to both, only I know you! '
-Maurice Harris,9 February 2012
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My Beloved's Ardor
One day, not so long since passed, I heard those words, three-
I knew then and there, I had gained my beloved's ardor, truly!
It is I that she doth adore, she did share with me, the same;
As my heart surely hath been thieved-so too her's-I, amorously to blame!
Sikerly I know what the proffer of her heart doth truly mean-
To covet and honor this calling shall I; No finer glory hath my mind's eye e'er seen!
Two worlds of wonder, each universally unique,
Hath once again come together and do seek
What assuredly is the solitary mate for each other's soul,
Looking to reunite with their hearts, which the other stole!
I have seen and do attest to its Empyrean truth;
To agnize like, you need not seek attestation nor even sleuth!
As water seeks its own level, so too doth love, indeed;
Once a love's true compeer hath been met, it must accede!
Maurice Harris,23 May 2010
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Explication Proper
Explication proper, mere words do yet clutter:
Wondrous memories fill my heart, to my very soul-
Each time mine eyes lain upon yours, fall it did aflutter;
Causal to the virtues your beautificence doth extol!
Sights and sounds, once ordinary, even mundane,
Now strangely more beautiful and melodious-
It was thought my heart's love would be in vain,
I see now- it is strong, resilient and commodious!
Do not be afraid of the amity that does everlast-
It shall be requited in kind, this I avow to you:
Be now secure, your future is made from your past-
My fragile, yet loving heart- I offer now to you!
All that which is worth loving, surely inspires fear-
Alas, that which is love, resides for you right here!
Maurice Harris,3 August 2009
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This Heaven
Had I not believed in Heaven, I simply must now;
You may be lead to query: 'This may be, yet how? '
Whensoever I may have occasion, to gaze in to your eyes,
I can see Heaven, I have no means to feign, nor disguise!
I yearn to see this Heaven, every solitary night;
I long to be humbly within your gracious sight!
If only my heart had words, oh, what it would recite-
A sweet song of my elation, my soul's delight!
Mine whole life, I have awaited to be in your embrace;
I stand now in inspired awe, at your amazing grace!
My jollity knows not bound, nor cease, I would submit!
Your love hath more power than word could admit!
But for now, this Heaven only exists when I dream,
Then I awaken to my reality, though real it did seem!
Maurice Harris,21 April 2010
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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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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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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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Most Awe-inspiring Of Romances
Misunderstood, from a misunderstanding, Alas
Here though I am, for your scrutiny, yet, through glass;
Present for your perusal, for your edification-
Alone am I here, awaiting my life's justification!
Without you am I, yet, in my heart you reside;
Walketh not in front of me, nor behind, but beside;
Be first my friend, then my love, but always their Mother;
Not would I want nor need anything other!
Always gladdened by life's little surprises;
Ne'er is allowance given to what the ethereal surmises;
Conant struggles betwixt heart and mind
Battle within me most all of the time!
Loveliest of flowers; most beauteous of fragrances-
Our's is the most awe-inspiring of romances!
Maurice Harris,13 December 2007
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