My Love's 'Deja Vu
Many fond memories have I, of my youth's yesterday,
Though days long gone by, felicitous memories do stay!
My jollity of today, for as many as there may be-
Each day, next, my dreams are closer to reality!
Many wishful thoughts have I, of my tomorrows,
Mere thought of thee doth wipe away and all sorrows!
Much time hath seen we, betwixt last we had met,
Though know not did we, our fates would reconnect!
A powerful, yet foreign sensation, did overwhelm,
With the power of an unimaginably beauteous emotion, at the helm!
Whence first I allowed gifting of mine own heart,
I had no knowledge that its home lay wherest it did start!
I do live, but for to love and cherish but one,
No means of resistance have I, only may I relish what comes!
Maurice Harris,8 January 2010
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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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Safe Harbor From The Storm
The abject fear you live with, alone, became your self-perpetuating myth!
Why then would you try alone to rationalize resistance to our gift?
I am hopeful that from that day you allowed yourself to let go-
Now then you may be for all- a loved one, oppositely in the know!
Perchance, my love, why must it be prolonged then?
Again, my love, why must I now be forlorned then?
Come back to us my dear, my aid, for your asking, near-
First, you must right our ship- I'll take the helm then and steer!
I shall be your safe harbor from the storm-
So too shall you keep, for me, my heart warm!
For as long as the sun doth set, the moon doth rise;
For as many days as He remains most the wise-
I shall love thee and protect thee more ardently still,
For I shall ne'er cease even after your heart doth fill!
Maurice Harris,24 December 2007
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But A Matter Of Time
My beloved, upon this day of myriad amorous thought,
I shall attempt to convey what your love hath brought!
Bestowed unto me hath been days, beauteous and bright-
Whence even the Sun hath not been within my sight!
Days are rife with jollity, whence upon thee I ponder,
Many more, yet to come, in our life, of unending wonder!
Count me now, most fortuitous, my heart's elation abiding-
To thee, and all the world, this soul's capture, I am confiding!
As though I had wished upon a 1,000 stars, falling-
God hath answered this loving heart's calling;
He hath not just seen to my love's fitting requite,
He hath ensured I may love, with all my might!
Ne'er before, in time's hallowed history
Hath this greatest of emotion's enlightenment
Been anything but an unattainable mystery-
My loyalty to love, He did sight and sent
His most beloved beauty, His Angel, most highly regarded
To see fitting continuance of a love, many years ago, started!
God smiles upon me, each and every day-
Taken away so much pain, supplanted with this beauteous ray
Of resplendent beautificence, mine eyes have never seen-
As sikerly, in the world's annals, there hath ne'er been!
My life, entire, I could most certainly spend
To endeavor recompense, yet it would never end-
To honor you, proper, I shall surely strive, still,
With time's infinity, its only lasting rival!
Ne'er did I believe true love, as this, attainable-
As it was my own belief, I must be amenable
To love of another more than of self, heightened and true-
At a time most disbelieving of same, I found this, with you!
Time and distance mean naught, as now I know of your existence-
Shown to be hopelessly futile, is any form of resistance;
I was meant to become, for your consort, prime-
I now know my true love's avail is but a matter of time!
Maurice Harris,10 February 2010
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St. Valentine's Day (2010)
My beloved-upon this day of love's celebration,
I must attempt to explicate, my heart's elation!
I now live, cause be to you, and in each and every way
As though every moment were always St. Valentine's Day!
Mine own heart brims with jollity, whence there may be
Thought of a future wherest you are nearer still, to me;
All is tangible, to ensure the same meets with reality-
A future, where unity is made from our current duality!
Surely as I know the place you hold, in mine own mind,
We two should each be made far greater, whence combined!
You are the beauteous answer to a complex, life-long vexation;
The singular, glorious cause, for my heart's jubilant celebration!
You, and you alone, could give rise to such magnificent emotion-
I shall attempt recompense for same, with offer of my life-long devotion!
Your's is a beauty, so rarified, as to be unprecendented-
Imagine if you will, my utter amazement, when it re-presented;
Perchance, my beloved, should you not have cause to believe-
Your's is a beauty, even my imagination could not conceive!
Lest you think me to be overly fanciful in my fervent felicity,
I must remind thee of thine own beauty's splendiferous simplicity:
Your honesty, both with self and others, clements compassion;
Your kindness, wit and charm are plentiful and without ration;
Your heart's fidelity is unquestionable, there, for the world to behold;
Your maternal spirit is without equal and by others, extolled;
This is without mention of your obvious physical beauty,
Though, the glorification of same is too, my solemn duty!
I am forever endebted to thee for what you have gifted-
My fragile, yet giving, heart hath been wondrously uplifted!
I may have to endeavor, for my whole life, entire,
To return the favor of your heart's abiding desire;
Yet, I shall indeed, with much love, and in ways, myriad-
For as long as I may be blessed to live, and longer still-period!
Nary shall a day fleet, whence there is even but the smallest doubt,
That your pleasance doth beatify all, glory would diminish without
You, and all you endue-your resplendence surely captivates
And always shall, mine own life enriched, obligation owed the Fates!
One day perhaps, my love, you shall live ebullient, as I-
Enamored, contrariwise, as your love grows more and more nigh!
Perchance, my beloved, to expound even further still-
Should you allow them, all your hopes and dreams shall fulfill!
Come live thine glorious life, intertwined with mine-
Live each day, as though each day were St. Valentine!
Maurice Harris,4 February 2010
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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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Magnificent Melody
I have never loved before, not like I do now-
No, I have never loved-until you showed me how!
With each day that passes to the morrow,
I find more love avails to me-hoping I might borrow
Some, or all, and even more, create-
For your essence abounds-within me, it doth permeate!
Each thought I have seems now, more profound;
My mind fashions a magnificent melody, where there is not a sound!
In weather most dreary, I feel your warmth still;
Dreams I never knew I had, now seem sure to fulfill!
My heart brims with emotion, as it hath never-before;
I ponder, in wide wonder, as to what our life as one, hath in store!
Will you be my felicitous 'forever', here and everafter?
Might I count upon your heart's complete and utter capture?
Maurice Harris,28 April 2010
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I See...
I oft ruminate upon what shall surely be-
I shall now proffer the glory of what I do see:
I see sunny days, with skies, bereft of cloud,
Wondrous emotions, I could not hope to shroud;
I see my jollity, exposed, for the world to behold,
I see a life, wherest the path is paved with gold!
I bear witness to my heart made to be weak,
Whence I ponder, the love, that for so long I did seek!
Yet, fortified am I, by this very same beauty-
Constancy of adoration, shall be my solemn duty!
I am but a man, yet with thee, a King, you, my Queen,
As I ponder upon what shall be, even what has been!
I count myself most fortuitous-thee, most beautificent star,
I shall covet thee, no matter of distance-near to me, or far!
Your's is a beauty, more than all else, rarified-
So too then, shall same be, by me, glorified!
I shan't be remiss-to watch my star, idly fall,
I simply must answer this-my heart's urgent call-
To dutiful action...paint me selfish, or even self-serving-
Yet, to drink in your resplendence, I am most deserving!
Ne'er shall I have even hoped, to have been prime,
For it was ne'er my choosing whence it was my time-
This was written long ago, in His very own hand,
It is only for my embrace, ne'er for me to understand!
I envision a world filled with myriad, beauteous emotion-
The celebration of such, shall be my life-long devotion!
Obligation is owed to you, for this and so much more,
For, you are this beauty I do so very much, adore!
Maurice Harris,25 January 2010
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One Day
One day, you will love me, as I do, you:
You will see the beautiful unity in us that I do!
One day, your heart's guard shall see its release:
Then you shall live in a magnificent, loving peace!
One day may come in the morrow, or perhaps in a year-
Its imminence is the only part that is not crystal clear!
It is this-the 'one day', for which I hold fast,
The day where my life shall truly begin, at long last!
The Book says: love is patient, love is kind-
These profoundly simple words do but serve to remind
Of the depths of my devotion to the same-
Love is not love, whence you need hasten its flame!
One day, you shall see all the beauty inherent in me,
Yet first, you need be wise to the beauty inherent in thee!
Look through mine own eyes, there you shall see clearly
Why you are my most beloved Angel, that I covet most dearly:
Explication defies mere word, yet through mine eyes, it doth obviate;
Once you attain privity to same, then only shall you appreciate
All that you truly mean-both, to and for me-
A truly foreign sensation-I am humbled before thee!
One day, your grace shall inherit its beatitude-
Your love in return shall be proper gratitude;
I seeketh thee, only because I simply must,
At last, I found the one, in which I may entrust
My mind, my heart and indeed, my soul-
The one whose virtues, my whole life I shall extol!
One day, your 'distance' shall surely wither and wane,
Then, and evermore, a want for love, you could ne'er feign!
Maurice Harris,28 January 2010
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I Saw Beauty Today
I saw beauty today, more than mine eyes have, ever;
Thou shalt ne'er be absent from my thought-no, never!
Effusive and ebullient, all are made to be ameliorate-
God surely spared no mentation when you, He did create!
I am made better, for my privity to your existence,
Love for thee strengthens my paternal persistence;
You may not know me, as I do you-yet, I assure you
There is but no other, as do I, who doth adore you!
Perchance, you miss me not, as I do for you, yearn-
Yet, my beloved Angel, one day, this too, you will learn!
Fortified in heart, by knowledge of your need for our consort-
My all-consuming passion for same, naught could ever thwart!
I shall again behold the beauty that doth reside with you,
Envision yet not, all the beauty that doth abide with you!
Maurice Harris,9 January 2010
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I Assure Thee
I see that you are frightened, I am too;
I know you are hopeful too, I see it in all you do!
You have fiercely coffered your fragile heart
For such a long time, weary of a new start!
We have been chosen for each by a power, great-
To prove to each, that to be truly happy, it is never too late!
Love this powerful, must await its proper time;
Wait, we have been asked, until we are both prime!
All times and memories that we have missed
Shall be supplanted by those yet to be-I promise this!
Trials and tribulations of past have prepared us;
Lest you may think they have impaired us-
I assure thee all that heretofore has transpired
Has readied us for what our hearts have always desired!
Maurice Harris,10 April 2010
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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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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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Felicitous Memories Sustain Me
Felicitous memories sustain me through my days
Which would be heaping with a melancholy malaise!
An amorous waterfall, streaming over my heart
Which takes me back to when our love first did impart!
Remembrances have I, of our every gleeful memory,
Balanced as it was, of wondrous, loving symmetry;
Temperate and focused, knowledge is what's needed-
God's purposeful call for us, what we heeded!
Shaken from my beliefs, shall I not be;
Focused, directed and resolute is what defines me!
Love, understanding and compassion, simultaneously-
Ever more do I see, alternate points of view, spontaneously!
Complete now though, you must, your Maternal Crusade-
Return to me soonest, from wherest you've been waylaid!
Maurice Harris,22 December 2007
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My Humble Quittance
I dreamt before I again consorted with thee-yet, always it was of thee;
I now see these as my wondrous reality-because of thee;
Before thee, I saw only in hues of gray, no colors without thee-
Now, my rainbow of hues surrounds-I could never doubt thee!
I lived before thee, yet now and e'er, I am truly alive;
A more awe-inspiring consort I could never contrive!
I loved before thee, though always within a known bound;
Ne'er before have I known a love, which doth astound!
I have been known before, yet not as you do now;
I feel as though you always have, yet I know not how!
Now, I can not imagine a life without thee-I shudder;
To explicate proper your meaning to me, I could ne'er utter
Words, whether poetic or not-they would be but a pittance;
All the love I am capable of gifting, my humble quittance! !
Maurice Harris,19 May 2010
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The Genesis Of My Tears
Time doth pass, yet, in this place, my heart stays-
I shall knoweth true, your grace, one of these days!
You may not hear my mournful call to you, each and every night,
Know still my precious Angel, I shall again have you within my sight!
No matter of impediment, no means of quasi-official bias,
Shall keepeth thee from thine own thoughts, alas, they do try us!
Many a sorrowful, solitary nox, I have wept, for thee
To be within my humbled sight, and near to me-
Sikerly, still I shall, for all nights yet to come,
Until such time as this 'scourge' shall succumb
To mine own heart's dogged persistence
And mine own faith's steadfast resistance
To what is now, and has been for years-
The cause of my heartache and genesis of my tears!
Not doth there exist, a reason, nor any rhyme
To have taken from us, all this precious time-
Many loathsome ones have been causal, this heartache,
Many still, shall stand witness-my will shan't ever break!
One cause, one single-minded purpose, have I,
One of far more import than could I explicate, or even try-
For, mine own heart was ripped, nearly to shred
Upon that woeful day, when honor lay, nearly dead-
Yet, arise hath it, from the proverbial ashes, indeed stronger,
To wage a righteous battle, ne'er caring for how much longer-
Know this my beloved: nothing, nor anyone may find success
Should they come betwixt me and what is your loveliness-
I shall endeavor, if need be, until my last, dying breath,
To put, once and for all-for evermore, this iniquity, to death!
Maurice Harris,20 December 2009
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Fret Not, My Beloved
Fret not, my beloved, for you are always with me;
This is my beauteous reality, not just a myth-be
Not there a moment whence thee are not present;
My darling, you are a gifting that is truly Heaven sent!
You occupy my thoughts, every single day and each solitary night,
Ne'er do I need want, to have you within my most humbled 'sight'!
Each dream I have seems to contain thee therein;
Upon awakening, I am brought to a reality, wherein
I long for thee still, as your presence is now passive-
Vexed not though, is my heart and its allegiant amative;
For, I am inspired not only by what now is, but
What is yet still, to be-for, no matter what
I simply must abide by the call of my heart and soul-
To be the mate of your's, their all-consuming goal!
You exist in the rainbow's hues, after a Summer rain;
That I am not now ever-enamored with thee, I could ne'er feign!
You are the figure I see, in Spring's billowed clouds,
My mind-my fragile heart's tutelar, now longer enshrouds,
Like the Winter wants for snowfall, I now want for thee;
Words are bereft to explicate what thou art, for me!
As the Fall sees to the annual arboreal renewal,
I shall see to all the wants and needs of my Guzel (g'zool) !
Maurice Harris,18 March 2010
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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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Should You Yearn, I Yearn Too!
The ocean wants for the shore-the shore, its destination;
Flowers want for the Sun and rain, which aid in their formation;
Birds want for the sky-the sky, home to their freedom, complete;
I want for thee, with nary a thought of my heart's retreat!
The long, dark night, longs for the bright dawn of a new day;
Winter-weary fauna long for the rebirth of Spring's sway;
The human soul longs for its mate-its solitary compeer-
Every night lacking mine, I long for thee to be ever more near!
Blurred now have been the lines betwixt your's and mine-
Where before I had concerns of my own, now they meet with thine!
Your wants are now wants of my own-thee, I assure;
I spare not imagination in my emotion-you though, demure!
Your longings have now another champion-they are now my concern too-
Your needs are now needs of my own-should you yearn, I yearn too!
Maurice Harris,10 May 2010
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Long, The Journey
Long, the journey, lo, nearly complete, its course-
The power of truth and courage is a powerful force!
Inexplicable-the reasoning for such escapes comprehension
Nor shall I e'er know the 'why' of my false detention!
Belief in the world, for which I fight, to protect and serve
Has been shaken, my convictions though, undisturbed!
Gone through, have I, more than what should be allowed,
Yet, here I am before thee-still, of myself, very proud!
No one, nothing may take away all that I am, as a man;
No matter how deceitfully you did espouse, it means not that I, can!
Right though you were, of but one thing-
If there be guilt in my heart, mine own death, I would bring!
Alas, shame must now fill thy heart-
As it was you who lied...right from the start!
Maurice Harris,23 May 2008
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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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