My Dearest Friend
My dearest friend, most enduring, still-
Dreams deferred, now may be fulfilled!
My maiden amorous merriment, now mind's mate,
Awe is inspired by the powerful presence of fate!
Perchance, nay only, my life's purpose now defined
Through His most precious proffer, my present, Divine!
Chosen for me as honour for a life lived, most laudible,
Making beautiful reality from what I thought impossible!
Forever grateful am I, for all, to me, He doth proffer-
My heart, formerly fiercely fortified, I no longer coffer!
Wherest before I saw darkness and heartache,
I now see beauty, both whilst dreaming and awake!
My dearest friend, with me from the start and to the end,
My soul's mate, my life's love, my dearest friend!
Maurice Harris,4 August 2009
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My Dearest Drug Friend
My dearest drug friend caught up in your trip,
Holding on tightly but still losing your grip.
My dearest drug friend passed out on the floor,
Full of insanity but still searching for more.
My dearest drug friend so messed in the mind,
Leaving the life you once had behind.
My dearest drug friend craving your coke,
Blinded by powder and chemical smoke.
My dearest drug friend you're slipping away,
If only you'd stop this damaging way.
My dearest drug friend hold on to your life,
Put down your gun and your blood-shedding knife.
My dearest drug friend stop selling your soul,
Stop playing with needles and paying the toll.
My dearest drug friend you're giving it all,
To drugs you'll bow down, to drugs you will fall.
My dearest drug friend you've chosen to die,
You gave drugs your life and that makes me cry.
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The Wonder I Now See
I do felicitously ponder our life's sequel;
As your's is a beauty truly without equal,
The brightest stars pale when comparison is made:
Their grandeur and brilliance doth seem to fade!
Yet, all too doth seem still more beauteous,
To thee and thine own grace, I remain duteous:
To consort with thee, all, I would proffer
For its guard, abiding, in my heart, I would coffer!
The ordinary is made to inspire awe,
The imperfect, now seen without flaw-
The unsightly, now seen with new eyes:
That not noticed before, I now prize!
All owed to thee, the wonder I now see,
That thought unattainable, may now be!
Maurice Harris,24 August 2009
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Patience
Patience-for your thoughts to comport
With that felt in my heart, its exhort!
For forbearance, He shall grant reward:
The one that I have always truly adored!
Perhaps I have waited my life entire,
For the love my mirth doth require!
Perchance, my love has come again-
To allow my felicity to finally reign!
Resistance to this gift, I shall not proffer-
My fragile heart, I shall not coffer!
Defiance, merely a lesson in futility,
I am simply without this ability!
Whence prime, here I await thee-
Our hearts foretell their own glory!
Maurice Harris,5 September 2009
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She Is My Heavenly Proffer
Perhaps once in thine own life, if truly fortuitous,
Ye shall gain privity to a beauty, as I, whose glorious
Resplendence shines-as a beacon, through all my hours-
A beauty so rarified it doth astound and overpowers
The senses at times! Though she doth dwell many a mile
From whence I am, still, I am greeted at all times-by her smile!
Should my life's flame be doused, right here and now,
I shan't have cause to aspire further-as this I avow:
I have glimpsed Heaven-in her eyes, it doth reside-
Not to speak slight of the Empyrean Kingdom, nor deride;
I have seen her truth, and simply must, to it, attest;
She is cause for me to know, I am most and truly blessed!
No matter of love or affection shall serve to suffice-no, not nearly;
Nothing shall ever be proper grace for the one I love most dearly!
My life until now hath been wanton of a love worthy of what I have to offer-
No longer need I search for same, obligation owed to God's greatest proffer!
Our consort was a divine providence, of this, you may be assured;
My soul hath now its compeer; My heart's everlasting guard, secured!
I must see this glory e'er closer still-to this end, I shall do what I must;
All my hopes and dreams-all the faith I have in my heart-to her, I do entrust!
'Lord, as Thou hast given unto me, this magnificent, glorious covenant,
I shall endeavor dutifully to pay it proper honor, as I remain allegiant! '
My amorous wonderment knows not bound, whence she is concerned-
For she doth embody all that for which my life, entire, I have yearned!
As this singularly magnificent night gives way to the dawn of a new day,
There is but one truth I know and shall endeavor evermore, to convey:
She is my Heavenly proffer, given unto me as proof of His divine inspiration-
She-the solitary source of my mind, heart and soul's panoply of elation!
Maurice Harris,24 May 2010
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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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Sonnet 5
My dearest friend how can I tell you.
Your love is going far far away.
I can see why you are now so blue.
If only I could find the right words to say.
He's not coming back to you so he said,
Yet your heart will not let him go.
My dearest friend I wish it was I instead.
To watch you like this I hate this so!
There are no real choice of words I know this,
How can we even try to mend a broken heart.
Forever you will remember that gentle kiss.
The very feeling of love from the start.
I feel so for you that I too cry hard inside!
But time will heal these tears you now cry.
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Happy Valentine To You
My dearest friend,
Be my Valentine, for I
Each day have thought of you.
My whole life couldn't live what
Your real smile can do,
Vanquishing my loneliness
As though all light were renew.
Let me be your Valentine
Even as you are mine,
Needing what I have to share and offer
That each might find
In friendship and in harmony,
Now you, now I'm the melody,
Each helping each to sing together,
In one voice and one heart.
A Happy Valentine to You,
My dearest friend.
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Reluctant Willingness
With a reluctant willingness, I have given
Mine own heart, many times callously riven-
Fragile as it is, I do know its chosen guardian
Hath proven to be its one and true custodian!
Done was this, not with knowledge of what would be,
But only with the wishful rumination of what could be;
Ponderance of same gladdens my heart, to my very soul-
For she is but the only one who hastens my heart's console!
Surely not prime was she, for the import this role has imparted:
To make again, a man, truly, out of one most heavy-hearted,
She, an Empyrean gifting, a miracle, made before mine own eyes-
Making for a perfect love, one I could not hope to disguise!
Though sikerly she must be of this role, very aware,
She too is afeared, lest she leave her heart lain bare!
Bare though-nay, for it be, as mine, sheathed-
As sure am I of this-as our consort, inbreathed!
Be not afraid- for as were you, by God, chosen for me-
I am by Him, entrusted with your guard, forechosen for thee!
I should want for same, as offered: a friend, a partner, a paramour-
I want for naught else, yet you proffer so very much more!
'Be still my fragile heart', an oft-repeated utterance
When thought is of your beauty and your elegance-
Lest you believe I think of you, straying from reality's realm,
Explicate kindly, presence of emotion so real, it doth overwhelm!
Think not of this as 'breaking down a wall', but rather,
Building a bridge, which allows our unity to gather-
In a place, and in a way, of our own choosing,
Our heart's compeer gaining, only solitude we're losing!
Maurice Harris,29 January 2010
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Güzel
Güzel, semper, my mind doth ruminate fondly of thee,
With beauteous thoughts and a wondrous constancy!
I long for thee, for your long-sought, gentle caress,
To beget from, and proffer thee yet, all we each possess!
My heart, gladdens with thought of consort, near;
I envisage our future's glory, in my mind's eye, so clear,
Lest thee bethink me too lofty a dreamer, a vision seeker,
At once, my heart is made both stronger and weaker-
Both loyal guardian and in need of it's own ward,
My love's adorement, whilst in want to be adored!
Always and ever, more compassion clemented, still:
So too this shall be, betwixt we both, at the least, until
Time is no more, life is not with us, space is no longer-
This glory we do both feel, shall we then, though stronger!
Maurice Harris,26 October 2009
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Embrace The Ardor
I thought I had it all finally figured out;
Perhaps I am now afeared, in the form of doubt!
I would wait 1,000 years-even more, for this chance-
To truly offer thee a life-long, wholly committed, romance!
Though, I may not e'er, should you not allow
Me to act upon what it is my heart doth avow!
Your concern hath more import than of self, same-
I should want always, to provide what my heart doth proclaim!
I make no attestation without first, much assurance-
Such hath been the same concerning my adamance;
I am bound by only one inescapable, incontrovertible truth-
I love you more than life itself-lo, this you need not sleuth;
Ask of yourself whether reason may cause you to find any other conclusion-
For if any man e'er knew the true desires of his own heart, it is I-it's no illusion!
Embrace the ardor I see need to offer; Accept, in time, my heart and soul's proffer;
Allow release, through wend of time, your heart-which you now so fiercely coffer!
I have prophesized mine own felicity, now I await thee to provide for its authenticity-
For but only may it ever come to be, whence we are both equal in our complicity!
As now, we may be settled that it is not; I await thee, to ensure, up, thou art caught! !
Awaiting us is all that for which we have sought; To allow this glory's fleeting, I can not!
Maurice Harris,17 May 2010
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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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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
poem by Maurice Harris
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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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My Impassioned Offer
For many years, my dear beloved friend,
You and I have shared a mutual devotion
That does not seem to want for an end!
Its power may be felt across the largest ocean
And its glory streches further than the eye may see;
Naught may hope to contain this simple verity:
I love you and you love me-even as this may be,
You could not hope to have further clarity!
We are a divinely-inspired pairing, to be sure-
Brought into one another's lives with a purpose in mind;
Perhaps we never queried same, only welcomed its allure-
Yet, I shall now: 'Heavenly Father, far too kind
Art Thou to see to this consort, and all it has brought!
Much obliged and humbled are we, at Thine Grace;
Aid us only now, to make it to be what it ought-
Only in You, would we, this trust, emplace! '
As though a compelling love story, for want of a sequel,
Our history together plays over and over in my mind-
You are the love that my heart knows has not, an equal-
The beautificent memory I could never leave behind!
What happens next is entirely up to you;
Ask your heart; sikerly, it shall tell you what to do-
It possesses a truth that your mind may not,
Which may be too afeared to do as it ought!
Should your heart be the victor, in that battle fought,
You and I may, at long last, garner what we have sought-
Namely, one another, and all that we are-
I, the star gazer, and you, the shining star!
Consider this my impassioned offer, please do not refuse it;
I proffer a purposeful life and hope you choose it!
I know you love me, in fact, I know it well-
Together, we may fashion the story we lovingly tell:
A story of an ordinary man with an extraordinary capacity
To love, coupled with an equally persistent audacity
To treat you as the Princess that you have always been-
With you, the scene-stealer, who ensures I always win!
The pact betwixt your heart and mine
Is now on the the table, for you to sign;
You may not be prepared, you may be frightened,
Yet, I implore you still, to embrace my amorous offer-
Our love is divined and I have been enlightened,
It is for you alone, my heart foregoes its coffer!
Maurice Harris,9 July 2011
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14 August 2009
Today, I celebrate with all, the day of your birth-
Causal art thou to this, my magnificent mirth:
Gifted to me was this, without but a choice-
This beauty-this day! I do now rejoice!
Once a wondrous vision, now again so very real-
Once coffered, not able now am I to conceal!
Celebratory for you, yet apart by many a mile,
My thoughts reside with you though, all the while!
Obliged am I for the gift you proffer to me,
In recompense, my amity I offer to thee!
May your day be full of happiness and glee,
And remind you of that which you extend to me!
May many days as this bless you further still,
May too, all of your life's dreams fulfill!
Maurice Harris,14 August 2009
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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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For My Love For Thee To Cease To Be...
Mountains would need crumble to the vastness of the sea,
All the beauty in nature need cease heretofore, to be-
Not before a way is found for performance of the impossible,
Could an end to my amity even be seen to be plausible!
Flowers should need recess blooming altogether,
Boundless time must come to end, forbearing forever-
The moon, from our dependence, must present surcease:
All conjoint, not adequate to ensure my heart's release!
Felicity and contentment too, must then come to pass,
Naught is there to requite for such, as this, alas-
All that is, shall need end, being-glorious and beauteous,
For, the love you offer me, is mightily magnanimous!
The ubiquitous Heavens above would have, indeed, to fall,
I proffer still further, it may take them happpening-all!
Maurice Harris,4 April 2009
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Kaya
Abigail, 'Her Father's Joy', more true words not bespoken!
Beautiful blue eyes, as that of your sibling more young,
Forthwith, please do consent to this lexical token
Until riddance I may pay to this scurge that has stung!
Kaya, 'The Chosen One', gifted to me from God's own Hand!
Glorious was your arrival, as is your presence still,
It altered life's purpose, in ways none would understand-
Aspire do I to ensure all of your dreams fulfill!
Look forward do I to times of jollity spent,
Making memories to last our lives entire-
That I have not yet, my heart's lament,
To ensure such, I shall do all that does require!
Though there be foe to mine own intent,
I do, to you, avow this promised portent!
Maurice Harris,2 August 2009
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Life's Guiding Light
Should I not come back, please know
I did not leave you, alas, I had to go-
For it is not mine own free choice:
Without contrition, truth is my voice!
I am with you still, you need only aspire,
You are with me yet, naught could expire;
Time and distance separate us ne'er-
I shall never leave you, this I swear!
I shall be the beauty you partake,
In your dreams, whilst you're awake;
I may take for you any form:
A soothing thought, keeping you warm,
Future's assurance, each day more bright,
Perchance, even your life's guiding light!
Maurice Harris,27 September 2009
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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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