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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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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No Adequate Explanation
I have no adequate explanation-
I just know-because my heart tells me!
As though in a state of suspended animation,
I wait, and shall, because my heart tells me! !
They say there is a mate for each-
I say mine is you, because I feel it in my soul!
No sacrifice is too much, which leads me within your reach-
I know-because I feel it in my heart, which you stole!
I have no doubts, we are a Divine truth-
You know-because your heart tells you so;
I just believe, I need no form of proof-
You believe-because your heart tells you so!
I know it is but a matter of where, when or how-
Yet, because my mind tells me so, I wish it were now!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
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Truth, More Than Deceit, Shall Fill Thy Self
Truly, deeply do I believe in love's power,
Not the tallest of men, but over all others I tower!
No one has the tremendous future I share-
Search high and low- you'll find nowhere!
Perfect as a descripter would be to understate-
Hopeful am I, that of love's power, you appreciate!
Ever increasing its power from one day to the next-
Not knowing of its presence- most become vexed!
Ne'er may any other render compare,
Nor would any other possibly dare
An attempt at comparison between the love of mine-
As inevitable shall I be the victor every time!
Belief in power larger than myself-
Truth, more than deceit, shall fill thy self!
Maurice Harris,22 December 2007
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Lie Not, Thine Heart Or Soul, Dormant
Tell me, my beloved, do thoughts after we first consorted
Yet again, mirror in any way, those before! ? !
Are you now ever more at ease-comforted
By the fact that you serendipitously opened the door
Unto a marriage, betwixt our hearts-as too, our souls mate! ? !
Now, just our minds need comport, more nearly!
We need not affix a certain deadline, by date-
Yet, must delineate our wants and needs, more clearly.
I want not, to be a party to any fear or fright,
Merely, do I desire, night after lonely night,
For thee to lend me further adorement;
Lie not, thine heart or soul, dormant-
Allow their 'eruption', toward me:
Recompense my love with your own, to reward me!
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My Friend, Freedom
It is represented by the Stars and Stripes,
The American Bald Eagle, and all types
Of other things, too numerous to mention;
It is invaluable, but it is no sort of invention;
This audacious ideal we call Freedom-of choice,
Of religion, of the press-which gives a voice
To everyone, no matter how meek they may be!
When free, Freedom is all that they may see-
But when they are not, are they then blind
To all they once saw, but now do not find?
This may be like vacation to some, but not for me-
Not especially, for one, as I, who fought for Thee!
Freedom, my long lost, life-long friend,
When will our agonizing estrangement finally end?
Maurice Harris,23 July 2011
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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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God's Greatest Gift
God's greatest gift-that of being a Father,
Rivaled only by compeer of a Mother;
Each aid formation of precious individuality,
Causal most to evolution in a child's personality-
Created in thine own image, guided by counsel,
Aegis directed lovingly is surely found well!
All careful parental thought made does attest
To your want and need for each, all the best!
Gather from it's import, the duty it imparts,
Guard must be offered it, in your hearts!
Not are each possessory, rather compeers,
Blessed witness to their wonder, through the years!
Treasure and duteously take possession of this,
Lest, if not, surely you would be remiss!
Maurice Harris,26 October 2009
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A Heart To Heart (With My Heart)
'Hold on', I encourage it, '...a little longer! '
Soon, victories will be had, to make you stronger,
Both in literal and figurative senses-
Do not think how long it has been, since this
Has been more than wishful rumination,
To emboldened me-it is your station
To be my strength-all that I may need!
Prepare me now, for the call I may heed,
'Tomorrow', or certainly before I am fully prepared-
All call you have wanted, but I have only dared
To consider, as a possibility in most lofty thought:
To finally be allowed to be the Father I ought!
The hurdles have been many, as have the days-
I have the patience and the will-provide me the ways!
-Maurice Harris,28 July 2011
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I AM, A Testament To Love
I would move mountains, even if for one day,
I were so fortuitous as to have the one, say:
'I love you and I have searched for you all of my days! '
I prayed for its genesis, and now I do, that it stays!
Whether this comes to pass is not now known,
Yet its glory has been foretold and now grown
To be magnificence in need of acceptance;
This is His gift, and we, humble appreciants!
Be not afeared of the love you now hold;
Its power frightens, yet it has been foretold
That our strength is possessed in our faith!
Should we believe, we may create from a wraith,
Something more beauteous, more permanent
Than life itself-I AM, a testament!
-Maurice Harris,19 May 2011
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