I have poured out my heart to you,
In rhyme, spoken word, and mentation;
As soon as you intimated want, I would impart to you
My entire world-wholly, and without hesitation.
Perhaps the ideation of my complete devotion
Is a foreign concept, and you are thus trepidatious;
Perhaps acceptance of same is a foreign emotion,
So your response needs be extremely cautious.
Of course, this is but mere conjecture:
I know not your heart's prescience, nor would I deign
To offer unsolicited advise, or form of lecture-
As you sikerly guard against lament's refrain.
Your heart and soul, in their own time, shall be gifted-
Once your mind ackowledges same, as blessedly uplifted!
-Maurice Harris,14 March 2011
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