Lie Not, Thine Heart Or Soul, Dormant Poem by Maurice Harris

Tell me, my beloved, do thoughts after we first consorted
Yet again, mirror in any way, those before! ? !
Are you now ever more at ease-comforted
By the fact that you serendipitously opened the door
Unto a marriage, betwixt our hearts-as too, our souls mate! ? !
Now, just our minds need comport, more nearly!
We need not affix a certain deadline, by date-
Yet, must delineate our wants and needs, more clearly.

I want not, to be a party to any fear or fright,
Merely, do I desire, night after lonely night,
For thee to lend me further adorement;
Lie not, thine heart or soul, dormant-
Allow their 'eruption', toward me:
Recompense my love with your own, to reward me!