Ruminations Of Thee

Ruminations of thee permeate to my very soul,
You are the compeer which makes me whole!
How hath He blessed me, I oft would ponder?
Answereth did He, no longer to wonder!

Words are bereft, they forsake explication,
Nary can such seize the essence of my devotion!
It is ethereal, as if carried from the Heavens,
I hear your voice, all else deafens!

All is heightened, for cause given to thee:
So too is, each day, the love betwixt you and me!
Many have sought such, ne'er to find,
Evermore shall our hearts be intertwined!

Erstwhile, war has been fought in it's name:
Forever to glow-our ardorous flame!

Maurice Harris,8 November 2008

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Rainbows Do Stop And Lay Their Gazes

Gabriella, the name we proffered for thee-
Precious as is nothing else, save for three!
That is, of which I speak, my family:
Kristina, Kalina and Abigail too- are these!

Glorious and magnificent; precious, lo, beautificent;
My life, our life- shall be transcendent!
Whatever I so choose- lest I manage a ruse;
Magical colors, in a myriad of hues!

Rainbows do stop and lay their gazes
At my fortunate life, which has happened in phases!
Fortuitous and gifted, as I do appear here-
So too are they that, to me, do steer!

Inimitable spirit, may ne'er to be broken;
Herest I am, await do I, your love's token!

Maurice Harris,15 December 2007

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Abigail (3 March 2010)

One day I shall share, what was not my volition-
I shall do this without any form of contrition;
My lacking for you is not of my own choosing-
In this circumstance, it is all who are losing!

Like the valiant Knight,
Who, disregards fear or fright,
I shall keep your concern, foremost-
In my thoughts e'er-my mind, your grace's host!

Today, the world celebrates your birth;
Always art thou causal, my magnificent mirth-
My elation, though now fiercely coffered,
Whence we are prime, shall be fastly offered!

Though on this day I am not within your sight,
You are foremost in my thoughts, each and every night!

Maurice Harris,3 March 2010

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Amazing Grace

Met did we, in another time, another place,
Not ready to make regard with her amazing grace!
Now and ever more, dreams now not needed-
My prayer for her requite, now again heeded!
She is with me, though many miles are between,
The joy I now feel, ne'er before have I seen!

She is my seraphic beauty, though would deny-
Yet, this quivering heart of mine doth this, belie!
Fortuitous beyond measure am I, indeed-
The complete capture of my heart, I do concede!

I am witness to her amazing grace,
She: cause for the smile ever on my face;
Everywhere I go, everything I do-
There is my love, so beauteous and true!

Maurice Harris,3 September 2009

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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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A Life, Lived Alone

What good is a life, lived alone,
With no one to share the adventure?
This is a 'failure', for which I need to atone;
But, I will not assent, until I am sure
That the lady meets all the needs
Of my heart, soul, and mind-
My want to love more than I do myself impedes
The 'progress' that causes others to leave behind
All of their hopes and dreams, to settle for less!
I refuse! Perhaps I will fall prey to my own stubborn pride-
What will happen is anyone's guess,
But this has been my stance since the day I died!

I am not here to collect relationships-I am here
To find a mate for my soul, and to do so, without fear!

Maurice Harris,24 July 2011

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Heaven Welcomes Another Angel

My heart joins with thee, in your sorrow;
I shan't say it will ease in the morrow,
Nor any day soon, if it shall, ever-
Truth be told, it may cease never!

Whence thee lament, surely I lament too;
I feel your pain, as though as one, with you!
I shall provide solace, when solace is wanted;
When all others cower or flee, I remain, undaunted!

Heaven welcomes another Angel into its realm,
Our loss of same, surely now doth overwhelm!
Obligation is owed for what was so precious-
Grieve, yet, celebrate what was left with us;
Yes, a glory hath passed from our sights-
Yet, its memory shall endure, for all our nights!

Maurice Harris,10 March 2010

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My Moribund Heart

My moribund heart dies more every day;
You are the mate for my soul, in every way
That I may imagine, or aspire-
You fulfill my every eartly desire!

I wish that you would love me, like you used to-
It is already in your heart, should you choose to
Listen, you may find it easy to get used to me;
Only if you allow it, may it be as it used to be-
Only with your heart and eyes wide open, do you choose to see,
What it is we may be, when we refuse to be
Anything but that which we choose to be;
This may be, only when we see, as we used to see-
With eyes that allowed our muse to be
Each other-this is how we used to see!

-Maurice Harris,8 August 2011

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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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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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