The Heart, Given
If you have not given your heart,
There is no one who may break it;
If you do not allow its depart,
You ensure no one may take it!
Yet, if this is your true posit, firm
You will ne'er see your heart's glory;
Only will your stance then wholly affirm
The path that is inherent in your story!
You will surely fulfill your own prophesy,
Though should you want for your due felicity
You must do yourself this one courtesy-
Love someone, brilliant in its simplicity!
Alloweth yourself to be loved as well-
Your happiness, this only, shall foretell!
Maurice Harris,21 October 2009
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My Loving Truth
Mine is a lady surely not prime for her own beauty-
To ensure she be attestant to same, my solemn duty!
One wish have I for my beloved-to show her in no uncertain terms
All the resplendence she doth possess and my heart affirms!
Certainly, she must know all the jollity she doth endue;
Indubitably, she is all my hopes and dreams come true-
Yet, beyond humility, she disbelieves what doth obviate-
If but she could, her sense of self would surely ameliorate!
I want for this more than any, due my love and fidelity-
God willing, one day, she will meet this with amenability;
If but only I could evince my heart's magnificent glory
Directly to her, without having to tell it, by way of a story-
Then her convincing would be assured, ne'er belittled-
Until then, my loving truth ensures her own esteem is gentled!
Maurice Harris,20 November 2009
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Tamed Now, My Heart
My heart has now, its protector; my soul, its mate!
My life has now, its purpose-this truth does obviate!
The all-consuming search is over, back where it began;
I have now, what has long been sought, since the dawn of man!
All that for which I could have hoped, more still,
All that need be, for all my dreams to fulfill!
Anticipation of its start, true, causal to excitation;
All the world shall know and join, in my jubilation!
My heart sings with joy-heed in my recital,
Its guard and covenant of same, absolutely vital!
Faith rewarded, as woe is now gone,
E'er more felicity still, at each day's dawn!
Subtle was its genesis- and now, prodigious-
Tamed now, my heart, once so ramagious!
Maurice Harris,27 October 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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The Garden
A much-anticipated promise kept,
A magnate's meal surely, except
It was meant for me, a festivity;
A celebration, my new-found nativity!
Each morsel, more delectable still;
A genesis, again, of my free will!
Rain welcomed me, as empathetic;
My muted opine: 'how poetic'!
Transmogrifying complex to simplicity-
Knowing my pain, inviting my felicity!
It began quite simply, as a gesture;
By its end, a long-overdue de-vesture!
Looking now shall be only forward,
Moving now shall only be onward!
Maurice Harris,9 October 2009
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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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The Song For My Beloved
The song for my beloved, voiced sweetly to thee-
My opus, others may only surmise as to its beauty!
A melodious tune surely, yet there be not word-
The love in my heart, the only sounds heard!
Its magic seen, its power felt-over many a mile-
Many years its nemesis, though it lasted all the while!
Nothing is there surely to dispute its glory,
So is the wondrous tale of my heart's story!
In every beautiful moment, I hear it louder still-
In the power of the summer sun, the winter's chill;
I hear it as when, to me, He did deliver-
Hear it surely, as my heart doth quiver!
This, my melodic muse, since I was young-
Surely, the sweetest song ever to be sung!
Maurice Harris,28 August 2009
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My Faith's Reward
I am bereft of word-my heart, simply overflowing;
I have too much adoration possible for showing
You the whole of my heart, nor surely, all of its glory-
The miracle to be our life, but the genesis of our story!
All in nature, so very much beauteous, yet abiding,
Must marvel at the beautificence that surely is residing
In all you do, all you are-sikerly, all those you bless-
Not is there a ceasing of admire, nor means to suppress
The love I have for thee, nor my soul's celebration-
Each day hence, revel I shall in this accretive jubilation!
My heart now rejoices at life's simplest of moments,
This too owing yet, to the power of my adorement!
This bemusing beatitude, ne'er rivaled before certainly-
Yet, as each day passes to the morrow, be it e'er more gainly!
Maurice Harris,5 November 2009
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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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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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Dreams Of Your Eminence
Your beautiful blue eyes, my direct path to the truth of your heart:
I feel your contentment in the warmth of your gaze-
Wherever you may be, that is where my heart lays,
Friends do come and go, yet my love shan't from you, part!
Dreams of your eminence, greet me on a nightly basis,
Ne'er could I have imagined my exaltation,
Sing I do, the sweet song of my heart's jubilation-
Our love for one another shows in each others faces!
No matter the trial, no matter the tribulation
I shall be here for thee, awaiting your presence near-
Though a future we have unknown, nothing surely to fear,
Our love has rooted for us a firm foundation!
A beauteous, powerful love, reserved just for me,
A daily celebration betwixt us, for all the world to see!
Maurice Harris,22 October 2008
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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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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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Mate Of Mine Own Heart
Where for art thou, mate of mine own heart?
My life's solitary vocation is but to seeketh thee-
Wanton am I of the felicity our consort would impart!
I unfeignedly knoweth this- you too do bespeak me!
If but mine own life, exhausted in this fruitful search,
Shall come to pass without thee, I do implore-
Do not take as cause then to besmirch,
For, as the one-surely, you share my amorous rapport!
Alas, as I, you seek your heart's beguile!
Wherestsoever you may be, whatsoever you may do-
No matter the tribulation, no matter the trial,
Knowest do I this: in thine own heart you shall remain true!
Nearer to meeting still shall we be tomorrow,
That we have not yet- my heart's only sorrow!
Maurice Harris,19 July 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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An Ode To Adorement
What once was, can be no more,
Not without the object of your
Adorement-gone, by your choosing.
Surely, it is you who are losing
The gift that was divinely proffered.
The heart once alive, now coffered
By fear that self-fulfills its own prophesy.
To live like this is your mind's heresy
To a heart that desires love's lifeblood.
Sadly, this allowance of fear's flood
Of steadfast foolishness is the cause.
When love beckons, even with all its flaws,
You must embrace it and never let it go;
When you feel it, you must always let it show.
-Maurice Harris,5 Decemer 2012
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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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Elucidation Doth Escape Me...
Nary has there been a beauty, more rarified as thee-
Upon sight of such, sans a thought, all would agree!
Grace such as this, as your's-celebrated for all of time:
Alas, in myriad of ways like-art, war, sacrifice and rhyme!
Exalted has been such in ways too numerous to expound,
Tales of it's immense power and glory do surely abound!
Ne'er more mighty though than whence it is prescient-
An abstract utterance, for me, not- I speak of mine own adorement!
Elucidation doth escape me to define its glory;
Perhaps my heart foretells its own story!
Unabashed am I to pronounce its affect,
Sikerly not was it chance our paths came to intersect!
Naught is there more exhilirating than my heart aflutter-
For it is this, it is thee, that is causal to its stutter!
Maurice Harris,23 March 2009
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Before My Love...
Should the sun cease, marking everyday's dawn,
Then only shall my love for thee be withdrawn;
The Moon would need retreat, as harbinger of night,
Before removed, the song my heart doth recite!
Mountains would need crumble into the vast sea,
As cause, to effect the love I have for thee;
Rivers would need want for flow, water no longer,
Before my love could want for being stronger!
Seasons would need renewal, for lack of annual rebirth,
Before you were not causal to my magnificent mirth;
Nature would need glory, for lack of beauty, now inherent,
Before, from you, my loyal heart would grow errant!
Time would need stop, life too, would need cease,
Before my love would know even slightest decrease!
Maurice Harris,12 September 2009
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I Simply Must
I long to be your everything-your only wish needed-
To ensure that all others you may have are all heeded-
Your last thought at night, your first, in the morning,
The overwhelming desires you get, without warning;
Your courageous guardian, protecting you from scathe-
Lo, if this be-e'er, in my compassionate arms, thee I would inswathe!
I need be causative to your heart, twitterpated-
Providing you with more cause for same, unabated;
I must be your all-consuming, never-ending desire-
To requite, though a pittance, such cause for admire!
Want for these honors, though so many, many more still
To meander toward my heart's destination, my dream's fulfill-
Supplanted hath thee, any other thought fleeting or otherwise-
These wants-hath not I, a choice, I simply must-actualise!
Maurice Harris,9 November 2009
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Do Not Be Angry With Yourself
She taught me to be the man I am for her,
Ne'er to waiver as truth keeps my path unaltered!
I have kept my faith when all else had relinquished,
Not for one moment did my love for thee vanquish!
I have done all I could for this truthful search,
All that is left is your acceptance!
Surely time breaks down your reluctance,
Easily back to you is your love- careful not to lurch!
Do not be angry with yourself- as neither am I,
Hurt in my heart, keeps me wondering why? !
You erred but for the side of caution,
On the wrong side it turns out of that inherent question!
Turns out for us that I was the love of your life,
And not that which is causal to all of our strife!
Maurice Harris,6 April 2008
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