My Beloved's Ardor Poem by Maurice Harris

One day, not so long since passed, I heard those words, three-
I knew then and there, I had gained my beloved's ardor, truly!
It is I that she doth adore, she did share with me, the same;
As my heart surely hath been thieved-so too her's-I, amorously to blame!
Sikerly I know what the proffer of her heart doth truly mean-
To covet and honor this calling shall I; No finer glory hath my mind's eye e'er seen!

Two worlds of wonder, each universally unique,
Hath once again come together and do seek
What assuredly is the solitary mate for each other's soul,
Looking to reunite with their hearts, which the other stole!

I have seen and do attest to its Empyrean truth;
To agnize like, you need not seek attestation nor even sleuth!

As water seeks its own level, so too doth love, indeed;
Once a love's true compeer hath been met, it must accede!

Maurice Harris,23 May 2010