Comments about Maurice Harris
Always And Ever
Your heart, aflutter- you are bereft of words,
Not prime for what this exaltation affords;
You fancy its source in all you do and see,
You ideate all you and your paramour shall be!
Thoughts of your consort come before all reality,
Not to matter, at times, this sobering causality!
Your mind causes wander, to places most mirific,
Obligation owed to the one most beauteously terrific!