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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Her Dubiety, His Surety
'How may you covet me as you do-you do not know me, as you must?
Why then would you endue to me, all your love and trust?
You know me only from afar, and thus, always at my best-
How then, to your unceasing adoration, may you still attest?
You now only beg mine consort, and are not too used to it-
Might you not grow weary of same-or, perhaps bemused, through it?
With time's passage, surely your ardor shall wane-
Then, you shall need remind, of same-again and again! '
'My beloved, precious, Empyrean Proffer-
Today's adoration is but a pittance to what I shall offer;
As each dawn delivers upon us, a brand-new day,
You shall grow to learn: it is a love that is here to stay.
Naught that time may serve to teach us,
Shall have cause but for to allow more ardor, to reach us!
To me, your beautificence, is, and shall always remain, sans pareil-
Though my hearty brims with love for thee-all the while
More still shall there be, as time breeds more familiarity;
E'en you shall barter your doubt for this verity!
Serendipity allowedc that our love 'found us'-
To grow evermore, so that it may always astound us.
We shall never stand to take it for granted:
Time and consort shall always grow what He planted!
One day, your dubiety of today shall wither-
In its place, an astonished assurance shall remain thither.
Where there are now not words, to gather
Clarity to thine sentiment-soon, rather
Soon-the words of your heart's content
Shall be vocalized-as was His intent! '
-Maurice Harris,9 November 2010
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Amorous Opportunity
Come thee hither, or come thee hither not-
I beg that your choice be, wither not.
My travels have been by dream, divinely brought,
As you are their embodiment, and this love, divinely sought!
Allow that I may be an oasis, and you,
An intrpeid, yet parched, desert wanderer;
My faith has made me a believer, through and through-
It leads my actions-I am not a squanderer
Of amorous opportunity, when, with same, I am confronted:
A life lived in consort with your's is the one I have always wanted!
My soul's counterpoint, my heart's symbiotic pairing;
From wondrous aspiration to a life-long verity,
Is the ends, by which I am provided such clarity,
For the means, which serve as my undaunted daring!
-Maurice Harris,29 June 2011
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The Superimposition of Somniation, In A Search For Serendipity
Alas, it was all but wishful wonderment, by way of a wandering dream;
Somniation surely it was, yet, real it did seem.
Spurred by a mysterious messenger, who left but a name-
A first name only-as though confoundment was his aim.
I somniate rarely, yet, their reality tends to astound:
They can gift a voice and form, to someone no longer around.
'What does it all mean? ! ', I wonder, as I bolt awake-
'May there be a message from this, that I may take? ! '
My heart was once again rife with jubilation-
All due this now-fleeted fantasization.
Its allusion was pointed-toward a path not taken-
And its conclusion, unequivocal-this choice was mistaken.
Surely, this dream was not merely a singularity-
Another must have been had, to provide further clarity!
Might this be but half-and only when superimposed
Over another, might a whole dream then be composed! ?
The entirety of this aspiration's audacity
May only truly be gleaned, once the capacity
To understand is gained, over this aspiration and its mate.
Serendipity alone may gift this-and only through the powers of Fate!
-Maurice Harris,7 July 2012
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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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Actions Are Sentiments' Verity
Words are but mere lexicon, actions are sentiments' verity;
Where words may serve merely to confound, actions bring clarity;
Actions are the truth, to which words may only portend-
Actions make real, what was once only pretend.
Do not tell me, show me-then I will know;
Do not say you love me, allow the love you profess, to show!
Words tell a story of intentions, actions are their proof-
Do not express a desire for ardor, then remain aloof!
Would you believe I love you if I told you, or more if I show you! ?
After all we have been through, this proof is the least I owe you.
I utter no words before my actions are taken or readied-
I express no sentiment before my heart is inspired and steadied;
When I say 'I love you', it is affirmation of the actions I am willing to take;
When I say 'I love you', it is proof of the sacrifices I am willing to make!
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Where Would I Be...?
One day, long, long ago, I dreamt a most beauteous dream!
Though aspiration I know it was, veridical it still doth seem!
Though this be not the part that is most awe-inspiring;
That is reserved for this beauty I am now still admiring!
No departure may be made betwixt reality and semblance,
This verity is the call of my heart, as proof-my adamance!
Nary could one doubt the veracity of such emotions,
Immune to the passage of time, the largest of oceans;
Ne'er to weaken nor wither, nor surely to wane-
Any thought of such, my heart shall ne'er entertain!
What was once but a beauteous dream, now so much more-
I now make consort with the 'dream' I do so much, adore!
That which inspires true awe, may ne'er be torn asunder-
Where would I be if my world were without this wonder?
Maurice Harris,26 August 2009
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Is A Wish In My Heart Enough...?
Is a wish in my heart enough, to light
A flame that shall again, bring within my sight
The Angel that I did once know?
Are my inspired sentiments enough, to show
That she is the mate my soul has awaited;
Many Moons have passed since we consorted,
Yet, the ardor of my heart has never abated-
I have even taken to aspiration, where I have resorted
To fanciful fantisization of our life together,
Where each new day is the beginning of our forever!
Only time shall tell what the future may hold,
Only time shall determine whether or not
The song of my heart is sung, and its story told;
Let it be as I prayed Lord, if it be aught!
-Maurice Harris,6 July 2011
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A Vision, Derived Through Aspiration
So much about you is a mystery to me,
I know not your visage any longer-
Nor would I recognize the sound of your voice;
I am still waiting for my story to be
The type with a happy ending-though I am stronger
Every day, I lament that I was left without a choice.
I have been given naught, by those charged with your guard
That may offer me a glimpse of the beauty you have become;
Given the constraints I am under, and all that is now barred,
It has been through the Grace of God alone, that I have garnered still, some!
I need only summons a vision, derived through aspiration-
Then, your essence truly meets with a perfect clarity-
This is all I possess until our lives again become our wondrous verity;
For now, you are left to be made real, though only my imagination!
-Maurice Harris,4 February 2011
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For This Ardor In Mine Heart
If today's glimpse were all that I knew,
That may be enough-yet, it is not.
My dreams have shown what I wished to be true:
A world of wonder, that for my whole life I have sought.
I asked for patience, to allow this fear's allay,
Only to learn that I already possess it-
My faith is all the patience I ever needed, every day;
This is my Divinely-proffered strength, and I wish to confess it!
My only wish is for my dreams to meet with fruition-
For my reality to surpass my loftiest aspiration.
All your mind may fathom, may one day become reality;
Where otherwise you'd ne'er imagine, a dream becomes its own causality.
For a dream as this, many lifetimes I would wait-
For this ardor in mine heart, shan't e'er abate!
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I Covet Not Only You
My every day, whether awake or engaged in somniation,
Certainly includes much in the way of lofty aspiration;
Beauteous dreams only-not my reality-
Yet, the former foretells their future duality:
In them, we have lived our wondrous life
Myriad ways, yet always as Husband and Wife!
I await this extraordinary futurity,
With a hopeful heart and a focused maturity;
I am enamored with you because I am supposed to be-
Unabashed, I celebrate same with all, yet, guard it close to me;
I may no longer deny, nor may I hide-
Verily, it has served as a tremendous source of pride;
I covet not only you, due your incomparable beauty,
But, also the man I am made from same-both my solemn duty!
-Maurice Harris,30 December 2010
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The Recital Of My Heart's Glory
I am bereft of sentiment worthy of mine own wondrous emotion
As my verity, at long last, hath given cause for soul's devotion;
As though predestined, reality meets with my heart's fanciful intuition,
My oft-imagined, life-long somniation hath come to wonderful fruition!
Once, as a child I did glimpse same, yet 'twas fleeting, and I, not prime;
Now, as a man, I bear witness to this grace again-this beauty, sublime!
For every man or monad thought inviolable, there exists impuissance-
Mine hath the form of a dichotomy, as she exudes with pleasance!
Nary doth a moment fleet whence thought is not consumed with such-
Periodically, I must cause remind, lest I should think it all, too much!
All this, yet still, an adjoining hath not been, for years, score-
To muse, whensoever same comes again-all, and evermore!
Hath there ever been such an eminent, empyrean, story?
Lo, there hath been-and it is surely the recital of my heart's glory!
Maurice Harris,1 December 2009
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I Thought You A Letter Today
I thought you a letter today-though it, I do not write-
I shall save its content until you are within my sight;
There exists so very much I wish to say,
Yet, I decided for same, to wait for the day
When your visage is not just in my mind and heart.When I am at last with you, I shall impart
Many, many thoughts that perhaps I have not shared;
Perhaps I was a feared, and thus, have not dared;
Still, as our union has been, by distance, slowed,
We have, as yet, not ventured down that beautiful road!
I have dreamt so many dreams I need to share,
Whence consideration is gathered upon we two, as a pair;
Each and every time when this somniation is rendered complete,
Only the ardor of our impending amorous amative, may compete!
-Maurice Harris,5 August 2010
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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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My Love's Avail
I have no words which befit my heart's sentiment,
Nothing could ever properly form it's embodiment-
Alas, I assure thee, my beloved, all that I may, with lyric-
My love's reality doth belie it's very essence, esoteric!
Causative is it: my heart's sweet, exalted jubilation;
Each day next, reason more, for my soul's celebration!
Mundane is made extraordinary; austere, made most fair;
I was meant for but to love thee-this, to all, I do swear!
Not of mine own volition, I hath not a choice
But to provide my amorous heart, a voice-
It doth vocalize a narrative I simply must tell;
All need know what love for thee doth compel!
As surely as words shall always, in this, fail-
So too shall you be assured of my love's avail!
Maurice Harris,20 November 2009
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Whenever
Whenever your heart avails itself of me;
This is the time that you shall know I am ready!
Whenever you are prime, to accept my undying devotion-
This is when you should embrace the foreign emotion
That is love, in all its gracious glory;
Whenevr you want to offer the world our ardor's story-
Which reads as a classic 'boy meets girl' amative,
With our hearts exalted, in their wondrous narrative!
Whenever you wish a reality, from what is now a wraith-
Whenever you desire the love and hope, built upon faith,
To be put into action, and at last, made to be real;
Whenever you seek the reciprocation of the love you now feel-
This is when your heart and soul become one, with mine-
When two disparate spirits do, at long last, combine!
Maurice Harris,12 May 2011
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An Ordinary Man
I am an ordinary man, humbled by an extraordinary beauty;
To celebrate my exalt with the world-my solemn duty!
A gifting only God's omnipotence could deliver;
A beauty causal to my heart's perpetual quiver-
Lo, my reverence for same doth gladden and inspire,
At long last, my heart and soul's mate-and true admire!
I no longer query its form, nor do I, its existence-
I simply revel and grow stronger, through its subsistence!
I am but a man, yet am witness to a Heavenly Truth-
Its verity is inescapably inspiring, you needn't sleuth;
Indubitably, all the world sings for her, in jubilation,
As they too, bear witness to my soul's celebration!
Mere lyric is bereft of sentiment, proper, but to say
I am a most fortuitous man, and am more so, every day!
Maurice Harris,25 February 2010
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1,000 Nightmares, Since I Dreamed
You were all I ever wanted, yet, fear was my nemesis;
I stand now before you, undaunted, due the amorous armor that is the emphasis
Of the ardor I do now feel, deep in my soul!
For a second chance, I beg of you-
With it, we may recompense for what time and circumstances stole.
I only ask because I love you
And need to know you are aware
That in my most lofty aspiration,
Of my longed-for future, you are there,
To serve as my futurity's inspiration!
I know I should have listened then,
But did not, because I knew not how;
I lament that I did not listen when
Your heart begged of mine, but I listen now!
You are far too noble to express regret,
Yet, I may not claim such nobility;
My heart disallows that I forget,
Thus, I was not gifted this ability!
The past is gone, no one may now, change it;
I may only look now to the future,
With the hope that I may arrange it
To include you, as my broken heart's suture!
I have lived 1,000 nightmares, since I dreamed;
It has been many a Moon, since it seemed
I was safe, as when content in your arms-
Since I was happy, as when beguiled by your charms!
Only we may turn back time, and only if we work together-
Together, we may love one another, for the rest of forever!
-Maurice Harris,7 August 2011
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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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Aspiration, Prayer, Faith, And Love
I know not whether my dreams
May meet with fruition, yet it seems
To me that I should dream, still the same;
I do not exhort Him with prayer,
With expectation, as to how or where
He may see to answer whence I invoke His Name;
I know not my faith shall render return,
Yet, through ardent faith alone, may I earn
My place in His Kingdom, most Empyrean;
I give not my heart, due need for recompense:
My ardor seeks naught, but its own existence;
It is with the same in mind, I continue to champion
That which I have mentioned above:
Aspiration, humble prayer, ardent faith, and love!
-Maurice Harris,14 January 2011
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The Pleasance Of Thine Gaze
If pure beauty ever had a more true manifestation,
I know not its form, nor its very ideation-
Ponderance of same has been thusly, banished-
As my want for else long ago vanished.
My most ardent desires lie in its appreciation:
This humble heart seeks thine, for life-long adoration;
Somniation allows that I may, in glimpses, continue to gather-
Still, this ardor's puissant presence, I would much rather.
Should hope and faith have been all that were needed,
Long, long ago, this intermittence would have ceded
To ubiquity, and a dream would have been realized;
Therein lies the cause for mine sight: to drink in thine eyes;
There is not enough time, in a lifetime of days,
To satiate mine want for the pleasance of thine gaze!
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