With Nary A Word Spoken Poem by Maurice Harris

With nary a word spoken, still I hear your voice
Naught is there for me, in the way of choice-
For my heart shall ne'er again be still,
As it is you that have made all my dreams fulfill!

Though you are not with me, I assure you of this much:
I shall not be whole until again I feel your tender touch!
Ruminations of thee fill all my days, beauteous
Thoughts of you are nothing but amorous!

One might suggest that I am twitterpated,
Though this invites thought not contemplated:
That it might be not always with me, not abiding-
For to love you, was not of my deciding!

We were led to each other by powers divine,
As sure of this am I as tomorrow the sun shall shine!

Maurice Harris,28 November 2008