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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But For Remembrance of Thee...

But for rememberance of thee, long since would I have past!
With me in spirit are you though, strength for me to last!
Long has been the road I have been asked to travel,
Over must it be soon, taking but the swing of a gavel!

Stronger am I for having to tow this road
Thanks be, in large part, to your love, owed!
Pain suffered, yet character garnered-
For though, your love, I would travel still much farther!

Hopeful for the day I may envision again-
Your beauteous spirit, as lead by an ethereal wind!
My love for thee, though tested, ne'er waned-
In fact, as I look back, surely it has gained!

All the love for a lady possible from a man-
After our most tragic of storms, again I shall find myself holding your hand!

Maurice Harris,29 February 2008

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Lying Here, In Soul's Contemplation

Ne'er would I have imagined I could be hurt so completely,
By the one person to which I had given my heart repletely!
Antithetical to my hopes and dreams was it, to be sure-
Nothing short of love's return might ever cure!

Lying here, in soul's contemplation-utterly crushed,
Not for reason mind you, but for judgment rushed!
Simple communication, enough to avoid
All that your hysteria seemingly destroyed!

Ne'er more import has been placed in truth's knowing:
In it surely is much capacity for growing!
Learned from adversity, some of life's biggest lessons-
So too, are we made stronger, through life's testing!

On the other side, we, for each, are made stonger,
Consequent to this, love grows thus, goes-longer and longer!

Maurice Harris,3 March 2008

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Absent The Presence, Present The Loveliness

Absent the presence, present the loviness-the magic!
Taketh away from us, have they-utterly tragic!
My family, so near, yet so seemingly far away-
Closer ever may they come to me, closer too, shall they stay!

Never ceasing, ne'er to fade to inconsequence-
Ne'er with it shall I be privy to their incompetence!
Love, let go to gather itself, returns swiftly-
Perchance, this be the love that was meant to be!

Always, forever, sans end or limit-truly without bound-
Its power and glory, its magical story-doth truly, astound!
Whensoever you see fit to see it-to allow its light
Transfixed, you shall be, by this love, so bright!

Ever-present, skirting and always within thee-
Growing all the while, in all its prescient glory!

Maurice Harris,19 December 2007

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I Thought You A Letter Today

I thought you a letter today-though it, I do not write-
I shall save its content until you are within my sight;
There exists so very much I wish to say,
Yet, I decided for same, to wait for the day
When your visage is not just in my mind and heart.When I am at last with you, I shall impart
Many, many thoughts that perhaps I have not shared;
Perhaps I was a feared, and thus, have not dared;
Still, as our union has been, by distance, slowed,
We have, as yet, not ventured down that beautiful road!

I have dreamt so many dreams I need to share,
Whence consideration is gathered upon we two, as a pair;
Each and every time when this somniation is rendered complete,
Only the ardor of our impending amorous amative, may compete!

-Maurice Harris,5 August 2010

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What Makes A Coward?

What makes a coward? Is it someone who hides
Behind the mask of fear? Is it one who rides
The wave of hysteria for all it is worth?
When does it cease, to be afraid, is it inherent at birth?

How can you be afraid of the only one you have ever loved?
Why then might you lash out at the one you have dreamt of?
Your reasons are impure, surely too, your cause
Step back and reassess, allow yourself pause!

All the world can see, right through your ruse;
You've given rise to hysteria, yet, truth you must choose!
Away now from madness, stop now the insanity,
Back from the hateful lashing out of your vanity!

My love, cause I've ne'er been, for you to be afraid;
Change for us should've ne'er been, as if you had not strayed!

Maurice Harris,27 December 2007

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The Love I Am Still Mourning

I know not why life happens as it does,
Nor do I know if it shall ever be as it was-
But I do know mentation upon me has changed
Yet again, and perhaps the bias too, has been rearranged
To be again, the covenant we once shared:
That we were each for the other, what we only dared
Believe possible in fanciful thoughts, or the scapes of dreams.
I want to believe that this is as real as it seems,
But my joy is stunted when consideration is made
Of the thoughts as were before, and the plans that were laid
For a future sure to be rife with love and laughter...
The proverbial '...and then they lived happily ever after'.
Then, this 'house of cards' collapsed, without warning
Leaving me forlorn-yearning for the love I am still mourning!

-Maurice Harris,23 May 2012

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My Heart Surely Doth Weep!

Lying awake,0200 in the morning, heart fluttering, hard to breath-
Thinking of you and naught else-caught in my own purgatory!
Nothing else matters to me, without my beautiful family,
Know not do I reason for my place here, nor do I believe!

Some give all, all give some-yet I, would give ever more
For the love I know you feel inside- to be restored!
Allow please nature to run its course-submit to fate,
I know the capacity of your heart-ne'er is it too late!

Family means more than all else in the world,
My love, ne'er ceasing, e'er increasing-once unfurled!
Many a night, I have cried myself to sleep-
For you, my heart surely doth weep!

End now for both, the heartbeak, the pain-
Return soon to us, our wondrous love-again!

Maurice Harris,3 March 2008

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Thank You (For My Sister, Virginia Kinney)

Thank you so very much, for all that you have done;
I knew that I could trust you, that you could be the one;
You are my Sister, yet you have become another Mother-
I knew that I could rely upon you, more than any other!

A lot has been asked of you, and you did not fail-
I know that it has taken much, yet, your time you did avail.

I know too, the position you have been put into is precarious,
Yet still, the roles that you have played-many and various!

I am so sorry all of this happened to us;
Yet, because of same, we have garnered even more trust.

Soon, I shall be far enough away,
So that you too do not have to live in fear every day;
Soon, the burden I present shall be gone-
And everyone may finally begin to move on!

-Maurice Harris,9 August 2010

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A Silent, Altruistic Prayer

I say a silent prayer each and every night,
For the beauty no longer within my sight-
Supplanted by someone I no longer know.
I silently wonder: 'where did my beloved go? '.
I prefer to think she has not really gone away,
But rather, will eventually find herself again, one day.
Taken hostage by fears she could not control,
She needs this re-discovery to once again be whole.
Perhaps, each day as she sees herself in the mirror,
All that she has abandoned of herself will become clearer.
Surely, she seeks the ardor and jollity she once possessed,
Just as surely as the heart silently mourns a love repressed.
Sikerly, Heavenly Father heeds my soulful, altruistic prayer-
For the amelioration of this lady, most beauteous and fair!

-Maurice Harris,8 September 2012

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