Your Answer I Await
Your mind causes wander, yet your heart begs of stay!
Your fears, perhaps overwhelming, cause you to stray!
Naught is there a nemesis worthy of love's might-
No matter concern, it shan't suffice to remove you from my sight!
Nary explication, perhaps you are not able to proffer such-
Without reason, my heart's ache is not offered much!
Do you ruminate of me I am left to wonder! ?
In wake of your absence, my heart is torn asunder! !
A promise of unity you made to me for all we face,
In it's stead, I am left without you, not beholden your grace!
Are you now more blithe, without report with me?
If this you do affirm, must you then declare dischord with me!
Your answer I await, I provide you now time for thought-
I believe in your heart's devotion, so too what to be, ought! !
Maurice Harris,18 November 2008
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To Me, A Mystery
In some ways you choose to remain, to me, a mystery-
Wonder do I at thought of such: 'why...what for? '
Alas, the more I know about you-I love you more!
Know do I too, not is it I you fear, but your pain's 'history'!
You must know this though my bonnie lass:
Nary can cause repeat of hurt for you, being my cause-
Thought surely of my requited love enough to give pause!
In return, I offer you stewardship of my heart, made of glass!
Replete am I, heart and soul, with you in my embrace-
Harm shall ne'er come to you as long as I am alive,
To be the Prince worthy of my Princess, is what for I shall strive:
Wanton of naught in return, but witness to your grace!
The fates surely have been kind to me in their erudition:
To recompense their faith in us, I shall make my life's mission!
Maurice Harris,16 November 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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Distance Between...
Distance between...betwixt me and my beloved,
Nary shall there be a time whence I may not ruminate of!
To assess blame is not a solution;
To rectify the wrong shall provide conversion!
Saddened am I by lady's absence,
Await do I time's enemy, jurisprudence!
Your attempt, feeble as it may be, to transmogrify
Me into the monster you need of me, truth nullifies!
You know better than to proceed as you did,
Behind ghosts of our past you hid!
No matter how you spin your tale of deceit,
Your falsities and fallacies, truth shall defeat!
What goes through your mind as you ponder,
The tangled web you have woven is what I wonder! ?
Maurice Harris,29 June 2008
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A Father's Prayerful 'Conversation' With His Daughters
I wonder: do you yet know the power and import of prayer?
I ponder upon this, as surely you long too, for my presence there!
I miss thee as no means of word may properly expound;
The depths of my heart's lamentation is truly profound!
Upon that wretched day, lo so long ago, it was ripped to shred,
Each new day whereupon I lack thee, is a day I do dread!
Those that have sighted thee, tell me of your grace and lightness,
This is little consolation, I yearn still witness of your ladylikeness!
Nary a moment does pass whence thoughts of thee are not near,
Daddy is fighting for both of us-of this have not, any fear!
My return to thee is written by Him, it is all of which I ruminate;
What hath been imposed upon us is loathsome, this does obviate!
He said unto me: 'My child, much pain I have brought to bear
To assure you, the import of the child for which you shall again care;
For she is the most obvious form of the love I have for thee;
Nary is there to draw compare to the fidelity of thine own-she
Too, for thee, though comprehension full escapes her yet,
She doth pray for same, and has, since last you each met!
Her's is a devotion sans pareil, I question it not for one moment,
Each is ameliorate due the other-soon you shall see My affordment! '
My beloved Daughter, as He hath spoken, unto me and thee, same-
We each may take comfort in what remains to come, not, what came;
Our past is but a prologue, for our future's unity is indeed, bright;
Restored, our covenant-then, e'er, you shan't be taken from my sight!
As we do await this, our reunion, ponder upon memories, precious-
This shall allay any all moments you may have of my return, anxious;
In my absence, I assure thee, nary is there, than you, more import-
I, as you, am exceedingly anticipatory of our impending consort!
Maurice Harris,29 November 2009
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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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With Constancy, All The While
I lie awake at night, alone, yet not lonely:
Though many miles betwixt us there are,
Naught is there to keep us apart-only
Must I close mine eyes, and you are ne'er far!
Take comfort my beloved, allegiance defines thought of thee!
Nary shall there be departure from such drawn:
This, the narrative of my heart, a tale that shall always be-
Such is at day's end, such is as day does again dawn!
Nihility marries that which draws compare,
I am fortuitous beyond measure, all owed to you!
Incomparable, the life we do share-
But a pittance, I proffer this ode to you!
You are, for me, paramour-sans pareil,
So it is, ever shall it be, with constancy-all the while!
Maurice Harris,14 November 2008
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Most Precious Love
This wondrous feeling of love, impending;
Our's is a story without bound or an ending!
Whatsoever the form, no matter the fashion,
My outward expression of amorous awe, I am not willing to ration!
Birds now sing a more melodious tune,
No matter of time shall be too much, nor too soon!
Heaven's proffer is now my fortune-
The sweet song of my elation-all shall croon!
Time, after time, I give pause, to ensure it is real-
Not even God Himself saw fit, to prepare me for how I feel!
I suppose He meant it, to add to its might-
I am ever-obliged to Him, for my heart's delight!
As though fashioned directly from my dreams,
Is this beauty divine, whose presence seems
Embedded within my very soul-
One with whom, I could happily grow old!
I have no means of recompense, oh Lord-
No matter of explication of same, nary a word;
Mine is a gifting, most fortuitous indeed-
My fiercely guarded heart has now been freed!
I defy anyone to draw like comparison
To the love I now feel, or its beauteous garrison!
I could wait 1,000 millenia, yet, none would gather-
All may ruminate long and thoughtfully, but rather
Than present a gifting of like compare,
They too would succumb to defeat, vis-a-vis, this dare!
Remember, if naught else, m'lady, most beauteous-
Our's is a most precious love, to which I shall remain duteous!
Maurice Harris,13 April 2010
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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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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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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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What Might You Do?
What if you were me-what might you do?
Must you serve, for crimes, your penance-
Yet, to mine own heart, I must remain true;
After all, how penal might be the return of our romance?
In utter disbelief I have wondered the 'why? ' of it all!
Nary shall there be for me, explication, proper,
Nothing but all there was, before your fall-
All or nothing-this is my only, final offer!
Hopeful I am that you see behind my compassion
To the love I feel in my heart!
To your heart, for you to be true, is all I am asking,
Rewind may we, to wherest our love did start!
I shall be free soon, at long last,
But for only now shall I look you, past!
Maurice Harris,15 July 2008
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With Nary A Word Spoken
With nary a word spoken, still I hear your voice
Naught is there for me, in the way of choice-
For my heart shall ne'er again be still,
As it is you that have made all my dreams fulfill!
Though you are not with me, I assure you of this much:
I shall not be whole until again I feel your tender touch!
Ruminations of thee fill all my days, beauteous
Thoughts of you are nothing but amorous!
One might suggest that I am twitterpated,
Though this invites thought not contemplated:
That it might be not always with me, not abiding-
For to love you, was not of my deciding!
We were led to each other by powers divine,
As sure of this am I as tomorrow the sun shall shine!
Maurice Harris,28 November 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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Love Is Not Love
Love is not love if it comes with thought of condition;
A heart is not alive unless it is capable of submission
To the ardor it holds for another that naught may explain.
Love is not love if but mere time may sustain
Not, the fervor of same-
As though an eternal flame
That is subject to the sands of time;
So long as word, at the hands of rhyme,
May proffer explication of its lasting power,
It shall stand not prey, to the passing hour!
Love is not love if it bends, buckles, or breaks:
Love is subject but to the same it makes
Of another and contrariwise, naught more-
It is not our's to wonder: 'how? ', or 'what for? '.
-Maurice Harris,24 May 2012
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My Life's Destiny
I anxiously await rendezvous with my life's destiny;
She hath seen mine own heart, now shall-the rest of me!
An Angel hath called for me-yet, am I prime?
I feel my heart's true exaltation, for the very first time!
I shall present for thee, my beloved: myself, true;
I shan't prevaricate, not even slight- I do so adore you:
Mine eyes have seen glorious, inspired beauty,
Yet, to secern for the world, your's-my God-given duty!
Be not afeared, I shall covet thee as I would, my own wife;
I proffer aegis-I shall protect thee and thine as I do, my own life!
Naught could be more lovely, no more pleasance may be,
Your grace-the most resplendent light, shining brightly, for me!
This magnificent mirth I feel in my soul, naught could portend!
I shall love thee ever more my beloved, as time doth wend!
Maurice Harris,12 March 2010
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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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Mask Not May I, My Heart's Grief
Left was I, in your haste, a conciliatory bequeath:
Meted a constancy of your visage, its beauty-
Hold fast to my belief in our love, my duty:
Employed, as my broken heart's sheath!
Naught shall I waiver or wane in said belief,
Nor surely could it's like pass my way again:
Thought of your absence, my love's bane,
Mask not may I, my heart's grief!
The sole abatement of such as this
May only present in my love's arrival:
The only surety of my soul's survival-
Tis thee, my dear-the cause of my bliss!
Until you again are with me, I hold one thought near:
That is, your profound want of being here!
Maurice Harris,20 October 2008
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Always And Ever
Your heart, aflutter- you are bereft of words,
Not prime for what this exaltation affords;
You fancy its source in all you do and see,
You ideate all you and your paramour shall be!
Thoughts of your consort come before all reality,
Not to matter, at times, this sobering causality!
Your mind causes wander, to places most mirific,
Obligation owed to the one most beauteously terrific!
Away you are taken to thoughts, most glorious,
Always anticipatory, an awe-inspiring anxious;
Though no amount of time serves to e'er suffice,
You discount your heart's previously held advice-
Naught to keep you from what your heart is seeking,
Always and ever to listen, when to you, it is speaking!
Maurice Harris,23 October 2009
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My Heart's Poignant Grief
Many a lonely day, lo, many a mournful night
I have pondered when, wherest again, I may sight
My pride and joy, my children, most beauteous-
Until this glorious day, I remain steadfast and duteous!
I muse upon how, toward me, they may now cogitate;
Does thought not cross them, perchance, they efflagitate?
Assuredly, my absence from their lives is not trifle:
I shall stay this when reasons for my state do stifle!
My heart aches as days without them do elapse,
Others may believe: 'worry not, your heart adapts';
Alas, not-it withers without, time does not heal-
Synoptic they would be, if they but felt what I feel!
Naught is there to minify my heart's poignant grief,
But for consort again with them, naught is there relief!
Maurice Harris,19 October 2009
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Mine Eyes Beg Sight Of Thee
Mine eyes beg sight of thee; mine mind begs, thought;
Mine heart begs consort with thee-for us to be what we ought;
Mine arms beg thine own body, in loving embrace-
Contrariwise, mine own body begs of same, face to face!
Mine own soul begs for thine, as its mate-
Our re-acquaintance made as was, through the powers of fate;
Mine whole life begs for thine own beauty's attestation:
As I bide still, I ruminate upon my futurity's celebration.
Until this time, when we shall meet my beloved, fair thee well:
May we both one day be the story that we lovingly tell.
All that I am begs for all that you are-
In a world with myriad resplendence, you are its brightest star!
Query not why it is that I covet thee as I do,
Ponder only: that in the morrow, more of same shall be gifted, to you!
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