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 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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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 Beloved
My beloved, if but only you could see,
The depths of my heart's glorious emotion:
More vast surely than the largest ocean
It is my compass, leading me to thee!
Need not any to explicate my feelings, myriad-
Kizmet proffered you, for my life's love
Surely, my Angel you are, from above:
This is truth, sans even petty doubt-period!
Replete am I, with thee by mine own side,
Walking through life together, I for you, you for me-
Nary could I contemplate that it could even be,
Alas, we are here for each to love and to guide!
If peer you could, you would surely my heart's depth,
No longer proprietor of such, for by you it is kept!
Maurice Harris,10 March 2009
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Come With Me, My Beloved
Your smile: brighter than a thousand suns;
Will it answer each time my heart beckons?
Your eyes: more telling than a thousand epic tales;
Will they see the love I have for thee, and see it prevails?
Your heart: more giving than a thousand philanthropists;
Will it allow for its own guard, lest you shall be remiss?
Your soul: the mate to mine own, evidenced from our genesis;
Will you allow for its rebirth, as I, honoring our mutual symbiosis?
E'er I endeavor, still yet, I shan't explicate more vividly than to say-
I do so adore thee, surely more than words, and shall more, each day!
Ne'er could I have gathered such awe-inspiring emotions as these,
My mind hath affirmed its verity, and my heart surely agrees!
Come with me, my beloved-our wondrous world, true, doth await-
I shall love thee more, each day more than the last, without abate!
Maurice Harris,13 December 2009
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My Longing's Compare
I miss thee, as the Spring flowers crave the rain,
To beget thought otherwise, I could ne'er feign;
I long for thee, as leaves in Fall want for hues, obscured,
I have, at long last, found thee-my heart's jubilation, assured!
I want for thee, you are my heart's trusted tutelar-
An amorous feeling ne'er before felt, yet so famular!
I wait for thee, as the Summer waits for June;
Anticipation, as the night doth wait for the Moon!
As the Winter awaits its earnest renewal in December,
I look to a wondrous future, enamored by all I do remember!
Inspiration drawn, by all I see, in nature and its seasons,
The parallel drawn betwixt we two, but one of many reasons!
Soon, my beloved, wish and want shall turn to our unity-
Then, our abiding love shall become our eternity;
Though, only rivaled by time itself, to live in perpetuity-
This, a pittance of my love for thee, which dwells with sempiternity!
Words are bereft, ne'er shall they fully suffice, nor surely, explicate
What is felt in my heart, what glorious emotions in me, you do evocate;
Though surely shall I ne'er requite for all, to me you doth give-
Try I shall, to honor and repay you still, for as long as I may live!
As the sun and rain do give to all forms of life, renewal-
So too provide for my rejuvenescence, doth my güzel {g'zool};
Like the Moon doth giveth life to seas, and predict the tide
My beloved, life you giveth me, though, in you, this I needn't confide!
Ponderances of thee pervade through all, to my very soul-
Keep sentry you hath over my fragile heart, which you 'stole'!
These and so many more ways have I, for my longing's compare,
Every moment, a lifetime-without you, my beloved, beauteous and fair!
Maurice Harris,3 November 2009
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Explication Proper
Explication proper, mere words do yet clutter:
Wondrous memories fill my heart, to my very soul-
Each time mine eyes lain upon yours, fall it did aflutter;
Causal to the virtues your beautificence doth extol!
Sights and sounds, once ordinary, even mundane,
Now strangely more beautiful and melodious-
It was thought my heart's love would be in vain,
I see now- it is strong, resilient and commodious!
Do not be afraid of the amity that does everlast-
It shall be requited in kind, this I avow to you:
Be now secure, your future is made from your past-
My fragile, yet loving heart- I offer now to you!
All that which is worth loving, surely inspires fear-
Alas, that which is love, resides for you right here!
Maurice Harris,3 August 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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This Beauty I Do Adore
All in nature which inspires awe, now more still
Shall be seen in each day's passing, surely until
I make consort again with the beauty at it's cause;
Yearn do I for this day, with nary a moment's pause!
Memories made more enduring, mirth more abiding;
Bereft of explication am I-the elation now providing
Strength, hope and faith, like naught else has before-
Mere thought of this grace, this beauty I do adore!
The Sun, the Moon, the resplendent star;
All that is beautificent, more still, whether near or far-
Wondrous works of art, an opus most melodious,
Satiate my heart, yet it still remains commodious;
Naturally, I need not repeat from whence:
All is made ever more splendiferous since!
Maurice Harris,20 September 2009
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My Love Surely Has Foresaken Me
My love surely has foresaken me,
Look just where my love's deceit has taken me!
Lonely is the night, lo the day,
Since my love sent me away!
I envision her and nary a foul thought enters my head,
Never would or could I allow for a negative word to be said!
Fear made her a monster, yet love shall surely prevail,
Restore it shall, all as before, when she did me, fail!
Many moments in life define you as a man,
None though more than this, surely you understand!
Hysteria led thee astray, to that dark place,
Where, no longer may I visage the beauty of your face!
As with the pasage of time, reality is restored,
Soon, my love, relief shall be had for our heart's dischord!
Maurice Harris,31 March 2008
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No Longer Snow On Kilimanjaro
I long for thee but whence I have occasion to respire;
Thou art the solitary object, of which I shan't e'er tire;
Rumination of thee shall surely one day be done-
One day after we no longer bask under the warmth of the Sun;
As soon as all the stars can no longer shine,
This is when you shall find love more ardent than mine;
My desire to be ever-nearer to thee shall surely wane-
Just as soon as we dwell in a world without rain;
To be without thee shall no longer be my sorrow,
Upon the Winter's day there is no longer snow on Kilimanjaro!
The hands of time shall surely need cease in their entirety,
Before, upon mine ardor, I may draw even the slightest dubiety;
Upon mine heart, soul, and mine's fidelity, you may depend-
So it was then, so it is now, so it shall be-when time doth end!
-Maurice Harris,11 March 2011
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Her Ardor
I believe in, yet know not how to accept, her ardor-
This is my mind's and heart's conflicted barter;
My mind says: 'surely, truth hath been spoken-
Her soul, lain bare to me, ne'er merely token! '
My heart says: 'surely, this may not be real-
Yet, she relays what her heart doth truly feel! ? '
Not once in my life have I been so tender-
Until God shone upon me again, her splendor!
At times, I am in awe, others, in disbelief-
Either way, my heart purloined-she, its thief!
Each solitary nox, as I lie down, to sleep,
I thank God: 'Heavenly Father, allow me to keep
This love she offers me-e'er allow that it be earned-
Assured Thee must be, it will be likewise returned! '
Maurice Harris,5 May 2010
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Tomorrow's Gift
Believe me, it is far from your enduring charms
That beguile me this or any other day-it warms
My heart to believe that you may have cause to smile
Upon though of me, though we are seperated by many a mile!
It is alteration I find in myself, with you considerate;
Perhaps until now, I failed to consider it
As a factor in favor of a consortium betwixt our souls,
Yet, with time to aid me, my heart furter extols
Virtues, and finds more beauty I had not seen before!
Tomorrow's gift is that there is always more about you, to adore!
Sikerly, I possess more to appreciate about myself, because of you,
And would not have same if it were not so easy to love you,
As I do, indeed, as I have, and as I surely will-
You are a perpetual gift; I owe recompense for same surely still!
Maurice Harris,23 July 2011
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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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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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Love Doth Persist as Time Doth Wend
Love doth persist as time doth wend,
Omnipresent and efficacious, all doth portend!
No longer fantastic, nor made but in dream-
Though real, a wraith it still doth seem!
Presence without, still not to matter
Mere thought of thee: my heart, pitter-patter!
You are desired yet, though you are not near-
It clements compassion to know you reside here!
Bereft of sentiment am I, more pure-
Than to opine that, by you, I am enraptured!
Time shall doth not belie this fact of most import:
I am not plenary unless with you I do consort!
Ne'er to wither, surely ne'er to wane-
A love as this- surely to ne'er come again!
Maurice Harris,4 December 2008
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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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Where Is This Beauty?
Where is this beauty, what soma has she assumed?
Shall I make consort with thee- my heart's consumed?
Ne'er shall I be entire until such time
As I may adjoin with your beauty, sublime!
As though prelude, surely I have met thee before-
Not cognizant of the future we had in store,
Assuredly, our brief confluences of the past
Were but a hint of this amative that doth last!
Significance of such shall not be made of, slight-
Nor too, the jubilation in me it doth incite!
With not a word, still to me, you do speak-
For you are the glorious beauty I do seek!
All shall be proffered for such, as all from such, are begot-
Alas, for my life entire, this embraces all I have sought!
Maurice Harris,21 July 2009
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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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The Proposal
I shall be your everything, as you are for me;
How do I propose to do this, how might this be?
My beloved, precious Angel, my intentions I shall share
As to how I may endeavor to do this, or yet, even dare!
Foremost, I shall be your heart's e'er vigilant guardian
As you are for me, and e'er shall be, my gift, Empyrean!
Naught is there to draw compare to thee, not ever-
None shall ever come betwixt we two, nor surely, sever
The alliance mine own heart has with thine own mind,
Nor sikerly, contrariwise-each pairing amorously intertwined!
Your every thought, I shall be, due my allegiance of cause-
As you sleep, when you are awake, when busy, as you take pause!
It is my heart's solemn duty, to provide reason, copious
For your heart to brim with emotion, yet remain commodious!
Ne'er shall you need want for any fashion of love or attention,
With every moment, witness again, we shall, its ascension;
As each day passes to the morrow, again it is duplicate-
Our hearts, a symbiotic, pairing, always tending to ameliorate!
Your wants shall be wants of my own, surely you feel the same-
My heart and soul have been thieved, you are amorously, to blame!
Without thee, ne'er could I even make cause to respire,
For you are the solitary source of my mind's true admire!
All I shall be, for thee: your heart's loyal protector, your confidant,
Most trusted friend, your calm in the storm, your duteous appreciant,
The world shall behold the beauty that hath captivated my heart,
All shall revel, as I, in all the glory and resplendence you do impart!
Remiss would I be, if but one single moment lain waste
Whence I celebrated not, the beautificence therein graced!
Maurice Harris,24 November 2009
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If Only For Now
Moments in time help to define a man;
As had I, the moment, first I held your hand!
Yet another happened but for hours later;
Ne'er could I have envisioned one greater!
Invited surreptitiously was I, to a spaghetti dinner-
Cognizant was I then, that I was the big winner!
My heart leapt up that very day, as I knew
The rest of my wondrous life would be spent with you!
Fortuitous were we, to receive, yet another bequeath
In a foreign land! Ensured did we, that across the seas
Our love did surely reach! Our life together, surely had begun
That day in sweet November, whence three became one!
Our family, destined, from the very start;
Alive, for me, as e'er been-if only for me, in my heart!
Maurice Harris,7 March 2008
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