Vision Of Loveliness Poem by Maurice Harris

Vision of loveliness, no ponderance of why-
Beauteous is she as is the fiery sky!
Ne'er before, nay, ne'er again, shall they see,
A lady, as mine, morest than she is, lovely!

Virtuous and kind is she, adore she doth, me:
Giveth me freely, all her love-always free!
Love, the most you are able, 'til no more you have-her idealogy,
More and more, each and every day, her love's chronology!

Tame is she as is a wild Buck, powerful, she, as a large truck-
Though, love her with all my heart, I do, I am stuck!
Freedom, she offered to me at all times-
Yet, 'Free' she was not herself, as espoused in rhymes!

Hopeful am I, that 'Free' now, she is, at mighty cost-
If not though, know not would I an answer, all hope, then lost!

Maurice Harris,22 December 2007