Naught For Thee Shall Ever Suffice
Naught for thee shall ever suffice
But for that given upon previous advice!
Ne'er shall thee be lacking for my admire,
As such, it is ever growing, as a fire!
Allowance made too for past events' effects-
Mindful shall we be that our heart protects
Us still from pain brought from others or each!
Hurt shall no longer be an emotion that may me, reach!
Your heart's flutter, your mind's woeful mistake
Can not away our eternal love, take!
Ever-present it stays, ever-protected from harm,
Ne'er shall it ever again be caused alarm!
Allow its presence felt for all your days,
Then only may you allow that it always stays!
Maurice Harris,25 July 2008
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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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Life's Only Real Mystery
Life's only real mystery-the only one I can not impart,
Is the remembrance of thee in mine own fragile heart!
Persistence not lacking though, far it is from such,
Cursed be my heart, as I long for thee so very much!
Many a day has passed since our life's tragedy-
Now, besmirched have I been, with a life-long malady!
Naught is able to lessen my heart's immense pain,
Save for one thing perhaps-my family, back again!
The 'why' of it all I shall never quite understand,
I only endeavor to provide for what my heart commands!
Strength is drawn from God, in His 'higher place',
Attempt I do, all of this pain, to erase!
Serve it must, a far higher purpose than is now known,
As is, sure now as ever, I go not into this torment alone!
Maurice Harris,26 July 2008
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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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Why...Has My Angel Forsaken Me?
Why, I ask, has my Angel forsaken me?
Where has my charmed life now taken me?
I was the most fortuitous man in all the land,
Simply because I was allowed to hold your hand!
Like a flash, my life turned tragically, upside down-
Where once, with constancy, I smiled-now, I am constant, with a frown!
Justice has let me down, in a myriad of ways;
Lo, injustice fades with time, though love stays!
That which you felt to be so very real
Can not be so, runs it does, contrary, to all you feel!
My love for thee stays strong, guarded, in my heart,
Built has it, from that November day, when it did start!
All of my life, I have awaited your presence,
For the rest of my life I shall honor your true essence!
Maurice Harris,26 March 2008
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A Greater Love
I must be a glutton for pain-why else might I seek your consort again?
It has as its source, the only part of me I may not control, my heart!
Our relation shan't end, more than a score of years ago, did it begin-
Though, it's been said, my thought's genesis as a man saw its start!
Began it did, when I was a child, before I was able to appreciate-
Perhaps, if I had, we would never have parted ways;
Memories of thee persisted, all that is beautiful, always stays-
Gathered I had with others, a poor means by which to compensate!
All paled, whence compared to thee, lacking they were, your beauty!
Always have I been one to brag and boast,
Though, upon myself I have exercised this the most-
Blessed as I am, to make the world know its source, my duty;
An Angel, in human form, sent to me for my love and to care
For me, and I, for her-a greater love, ne'er, nowhere!
Maurice Harris,11 January 2008
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Shining, As A Beacon In The Night
Not able am I to explicate-my heart, with emotion so vast:
Alas, your charms enrapture me, causing my fall, fast!
Await do I, a chance to catch even a breath of your voice-
I go wherest I am led by my heart, I haven't but a choice!
Naught shall be for me it's equal, nary shall there be, ever,
Ne'er shall another gather compare to thee-never!
As though a thousand trumpeteers lauded your arrival,
So too must I glorify you-the essence of my survival!
Our first rendezvous, but a prelude of that yet to come,
The power and glory of which is felt but a very few some!
A love as this, naught shall there be compare-
Tested by time-as if stopped, and we stare!
Resplendent: my love for thee, shining, as a beacon in the night,
Assuring you that you shall ne'er be beyond my sight!
Maurice Harris,12 October 2008
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In Times Of Need, I Shall Comfort Thee
In times of need, I shall comfort thee-
Allow me to be your repose, I exhort thee!
To be wanton of such is not to admit you require
As much, yet is allying with your heart's desire!
We are not measured simply by what we may accomplish on our own,
With aid of loved ones, we don't have to face our fears alone!
I am here for you, for these and all other days,
Whilst I may wander, with you is where my heart stays!
I can be your strength, as you are for me,
Together, more fervid than alone we could ever be!
Share with me your fears as well as your dreams and hope-
Alas, our acceptance of the former allows the latter to help us cope!
Whatsoever you may need, I shall endeavor to provide,
For to be with you is the call of my heart- and I shall abide!
Maurice Harris,26 November 2008
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Tumultuous Temptations Torment My Temperment
Tumultuous temptations torment my temperment,
Though patience and love allow me, regression;
Once done, you may not undo it-for it is permanent-
Alas, its avoidance may be ensured by progression!
Penance shall be served by thee-though given a choice
You shall be, each allowing an eternal reminder! !
Allowance given shall suffice for the decision you voice,
My lonesome heart shall again have a finder!
Flight has been given to our love, for us to find
Our way back to our individual emanence!
The power and magic, shall we two bind
Reminding us each day of its never-ceasing permanence!
Have I now envisioned but your only response?
Enlightened you shall be as to how your heart absconds!
Maurice Harris,17 June 2008
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My Heart, Empty Inside
If left undisturbed, perfect...since, painful beyond belief!
All pieces put back together, as was...the only relief!
The love in my heart and wonderful thoughts in my mind,
All due consideration of fact, should have been enough, when combined!
Do you still have the confidence and conviction you once showed?
Is it lonely without the father in our family's abode?
My love for thee, stays with me through all trials and tribulations,
Withstanding all in its path to everlasting, including confabulation!
We shall enjoy the fruits of our struggle fastly,
Assure you I do, that our love shall increase vastly!
Our love is as rare as a perfect diamond...ever more:
It has and shall be sustained through all in life- to be sure!
My heart, empty inside without your presence,
My mind, cluttered with pain in your absence!
Maurice Harris,9 January 2008
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Whence Just Nestlings
Whence just nestlings, our prologue was written,
Upon first sight of thee, surely was I, smitten!
Though far too brief, our time together-
It made for me memories to last forever,
Sustained me through times, most worthy of forget-
Aware all the while you would return to me yet!
Perchance, allowance made for all of my hurt,
Mere visage of thine beauty, my just dessert!
Ne'er have mine eyes been so very blessed,
Alas, if you doubt my words, my heart shall attest!
Though you were not near, in my heart you did reside-
Such is the truth of my heart that I may no longer hide!
Unabashed am I in this unfeigned amative,
Lo, surely not homage proper in this humble narrative!
Maurice Harris,31 July 2009
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Blessed Be Thy Grace
The stranger inside of you affects each of us every day,
Falsity is her name, from her you must stray!
She took from us all we have ever loved and more,
Ask must you now- why, what for?
That fateful day so long now ago removed by time,
Was but the start of purpose for this rhyme!
Taken from reality- to surreal and bizarre,
Asked I have a thousand times- how did your mind wander so far! ?
It has cost me so much more than mere days or weeks,
Listen now my love to heart and the torment it speaks!
Ache it does for your presence restored,
Blessed be thy grace- blessed be thy Lord!
Ever present within my heart- as always,
Is your love, to comfort and strengthen- there it stays!
Maurice Harris,27 March 2008
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A Prayerful Promise
As you lie yourself down, for much-deserved sleep
Be e'er mindful, my love, of this promise I shall keep:
I shall by the beacon, which protects and does guide you-
E'er mindful of the place you keep, I shall only walk beside you!
Lest you forget thine own beauty, I shall always remind thee:
From the moment, first we met, adoration entwined me!
Ne'er have thee been absent, in my heart you were guarded-
So too, for my life, entire, to you, this shall e'er be imparted!
I shall be your confidant, your soul's mate, your shoulder
Upon which you may cry! In times of crisis, your boulder!
Ne'er shall thee want for else, all your needs fulfilled, my volition-
Rest not shall I, e'er, e'en as my call comes to wondrous fruition!
Promise though of most import, is that of my fidelity, abiding-
Though these shall to the world, obviate-only in you am I confiding!
Maurice Harris,29 October 2009
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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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Your Voice
Your voice, as if Angels ariose-a melodious tune:
What I would not do still to have that back soon!
Your eyes, as if diamonds, the most brilliant shade of blue:
Clearly allowance is made to descry to the heart of you!
Your smile, as if a white snow-blindingly brilliant:
Ubiquitous and beguiling-unwavering and resilient!
Your heart, as if a vessel of unending emotion:
Surely it should feel my steadfast devotion!
Your spirit, as if born were you to bless
All other with your beauty and kindness!
Your mind, as if an infinite repository:
Alas, there is held the sharing of our glory!
Love thee do I, for these and myriad reasons,
Shall I ever more, with the passing of the seasons!
Maurice Harris,25 October 2008
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My Life's Most Sacred Duty
Dreams do take me back to the beauty,
To love you I shall, for all of my days;
For it is my life's most sacred duty-
Nothing, nor any one may alter my course, or me, phase!
I have dreamt many times since I saw thee last;
Always are you far more beautiful
Now than thou were in the past;
My devotion to thee: unwavering, dutiful!
My first breath, and my last, I owe to thee;
My every gift I possess, I bestow to thee;
A piece of my heart, missing for far too long
Resides with you and is needed, to remain strong!
All ever I have wanted, since able to choose,
Ever taken, in an instant, ever too much to lose!
Maurice Harris,6 March 2008
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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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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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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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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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Alone, In Ponderance...
Alone, in ponderance of where my life will be,
I see only 2 things for certain: both you and me!
I know not about anything else in this life, uncertain-
You're the only one who sees through my heart's curtain!
Though you are not near to me, I feel your presence;
I draw great strength from the power of your pleasance!
Our's was a meeting made in the Heavens above,
God could envision, when we could not, our perfect love!
By the time that we meet again, my beloved friend,
We will have built upon a love, without an end!
No matter of poetry, nor any power of prose, shall ever suffice-
To define the beauty who beguiled my heart-not once, but twice!
Word is not needed, my love for thee does so obviate,
Such is the awe-inspiring emotion in me you do evocate!
Maurice Harris,20 January 2010
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