If I, said I only needed one day, to say how much I love you, but made it the most special… ever. Would that one day make it clear, I will always and forever be celebrating your love? If I, showed you a portrait of my heart, but you couldn’t feel the texture of my love. Would the fabric veiling my feelings, be what also, bares to you the depth of my soul? If I, said by chance I happened to fall into your love. Would you then truly believe, I just happened to still be there? In love, in that same state, searching my heart, still trying to find what I know to be love’s worth? If I, said I wrestle with feelings, would you feel I was fighting for us, to not let our love become vulnerable, to what time takes for toll? If I, needed just a proverbial moment, to express my love. It would be if I, believed today was my last chance, to gaze into the breadth of your love. Living within the stillness, my soul realized, my heart wouldn’t be okay. If the perceived special moment, wasn’t the here and now. If I, my heart not knowing love’s true meaning. You and I, wouldn’t have something special; to be my, to be yours, a love worth celebrating… day after day!
This, for everyone reading, may the Words Press! Happy Valentines!
Is it in the radiance, perhaps my heart sees it in the reflection? Every day, the dawn examines my soul, before the pure light awakens my heart. A light like this, doesn’t blind my perception, it enlightens my perspective. Is it how spectacularly the light shines, how lyrically it sways my soul, making it feel like an in tune symphony? When, love plays your heart and soul like a cello, hello; is it me you’re looking for? When love composes your thoughts, it invade your words, and though it takes your breath, the heart is never left speechless. Love’s inherent muse, contemplation and expressions infused. Is it in its simplicity, does the heart breathe, and the soul believe, forever will be?Is it because with every glance, the soulful prance, becomes a heartfelt stance. Is it love’s colorful nuances, dripping from my heart, painting my soul into a poetic silhouette of love? To the heavens my young heart did plea, a breathless hue my soul would glee, the endless love inside of me. Like water cascading over rocks, is that what makes deep love so soothing? Is it how two souls harmonize, or how two hearts beat as one, that makes love exhale in unison? Is it in love’s providence, the heart realizes the redefining glow, changing an angelic persona into, Grace. When there’s an angel sent to be, your divine forever. Years, could never eclipse the beauty that is, her intrinsic glow!
Her heart, absolutely stunning, her love breathtaking. In her presence, words are never needed, her inner beauty speaks, profoundly. What’s that, milady; you want my love to come closer? You’ve already stolen my heart, but at last; my soul knew, that wouldn’t be enough. So, I pledged all my love. And now, my heart cries a perpetual river, and every day; it becomes another drowning, in the depth of love’s breathless ocean. My soul needs no interpreter, her love language is evident. In so many ways, her words sway, her love lays gently on my heart, like a beautiful flower. Her love is poetic, within the breadth of every whisper. My soul recites it, my heart narrates it as poetry. Her love, doesn’t portray a romance novel, it captivates you, leaves an impression; written on your heart, a real life love story. A Virtuous woman, noble thy love, worth fighting for. Her heart, doesn’t need a knight in shining armor, to blind her worth. Just a noble soul, reflective of a gallant heart, strengthened by her love. To know the color of her love, to feel the texture within her heart, captured by the portrait within her soul; her Nubian essence. Always, forever, playing an endless love song. And if, life gets in the middle; my heart will fight for this love, fight for us, thus; Her!
Your love, is a beautiful flower. My heart is full, filled with the crimson beauty. My soul is becoming, time and space. A timeless love, needs room to grow. Breathlessly, I watch how love, yields an endless bloom. You are a flower, I am a stem from. Forevermore, my soul will be planted, my heart tethered, my love deeply rooted. Roses are red, violet a purplish hue, my soul basking in the light. In the meadows, my breath frolics through two lips. Trying to find words, my heart has left me speechless. My sweet beloved, you are the flower, swaying the breadth within my soul. Beyond the surface, there’s a perpetual thirst, water won’t quench!
Life, takes you through a paradox. The looming conflict, between heart and mind. A shift in the perspective, when moments become part of the journey, this side of time. I didn’t, used to count the stars, that was then, but this is when. My heart, needs to see you in it. Every twinkle in my eyes, holds my love and gaze. Why hold my breath, for my heart would surely know; it doesn’t mean death. Only time, to close my eyes, to let my soul go home. In my peace, I know how love rest, with the keeper of the stars. In my heart, the love I know, will never die. When, her love was birthed, I cried. Laughed, her joy was given for me to hold. Her love came to be, and I was the first to hold it. The breadth of her love, my soul heard still whisper. And since, forever and a day; the love has been held, so close to my heart. She was everything, her heart sent here to be, an angel in disguise. For a time, for a season, love the reason. But now, a piece of my heart, has found the wind, my breath has been taken. So, why wouldn’t time stand still, to let me chase after my heart? The missing peace, leaves you grasping at reality. A beauty butterfly, with wings spread wide, is flying free. In the heavens, within my loving gaze. I awaken, having to pinch myself. Is it real, is it just a dream. To find there’s a heaviness, resting on your heart!
Thoughts fade away, but moments lives on, in your heart. Don’t let it go, heart; hold on to the memories. Even though, the heaviness weighs my heart, the love will rest forever. Even, with the weight of the world, on my shoulders. The feeling, I can bare. It’s my feelings, I want right there, to remind me, you’re still on my heart. I don’t need, to indulge in unhealthy substances, that can’t ease the pain. Undeniable love, with profound context, what numbs the weight, but the love still breathless. Time spent, searching my heart for words, will never be wasted. Even though, time moves on, my heart will breathe easy knowing, time is irrelevant. My love, will forever move in and throughout time, arrested in beats per minute. When I rest my hope, I don’t have to lie awake in my dreams. To know, everywhere I go, traveling through time. An empty space in my heart, will never change the gravity, in my reality. Physicality, neither here nor there, when consequential the presence of love, lingering within my breath. The best thing, love happens to be? Knocking on heaven’s door, love comes to visit you, in your grief. My heart, doesn’t have to fear tomorrow. I will for ever and ever, keep the undying love, pressed up against my heart. In the moments shared, in the sights I see, with the stories told. Everywhere I go, her love will be there, with me. It doesn’t matter, if after years, the weight is still deeply crushing. That only means, the love is alive. And some day, when my soul, can no longer bare the weight. When time has run its course, my love story has reached the end. That is then, and this is when. I will be able to Rest In Peace, with you, baby girl!
Love, how old is your soul, how deep your breadth, how profound your essence. Looking into your depth, breathtaking becomes. My heart, waiting to exhale. It’s You, the sparkle in the night, the beauty in the sunrise. The love in my gaze, the gravity in my soul, the poetry in my eMotion, my daily inspiration; the love in my devotion, it’s you. When my mind, struggles to win the battle. My heart, hears the chains breaking. In you, I find my strength. Winning wouldn’t be winning, if I didn’t have you. Hovering in my soul, helping to fight the shadows. Love, you’re my hero. The love I run to, the arms I fall into. When my heart needs to be held, in your embrace. When times are hard, when my heart needs another vivid picture of love; I look to you. You’re the artist, my soul the canvas. When the ink bleeds, the pen reveals, words in a love story. Breathless love, takes hold of your heart, breathes into your being. You’re the reason, there’s scent within my bloom, fragrance within my soul, texture within my love. You are, my crimson hue, my butterflies, my air, my breath. I have worth, I have a reflection; Love, it’s You!
What do you do, when your heart is so good, at hide and seek? Lost, but found, the predestined encounter. Love, found my soul hiding, behind a painted smile. What can you do, when the walls comes down, the light came in, your heart is taken, and a love story begins? What can you do, when to Love, you surrendered… everything? It’s impossible, to escape love’s embrace. The gentle presence, looking to capture your heart, captivate the soul. How, do you hide from love? When it seeks your heart, but you willingly, bare your soul. A heart exposed, can’t hide, what tears reveal. You can’t avoid, love’s relentless pursuit, to touch your soul, profoundly. Tell me, what do you do, when the search for love is over, but the chase never ending. What’s a heart to do, when love finds it, depth of being? My love, can no longer hide. My soul, love owns, my heart I give have. In plain sight, my breath it takes, my gaze taken captive. Where would I be, whom would I have become, if love didn’t want me?
The more I seek, a deeper love I find. The more love I give, the more reasons I find, to never hide behind feelings. What do you do, when you’ve been found, but your heart utterly lost, finding words. What do you do, when love becomes, your hiding place? What can you do, when love knows your thoughts, hears when the heart whispers? What do you do, when love sees your heart, and knows your soul, intimately? How do you stop love, from talking your breath, making your heart gasp? Seeking out a place in your soul, to leave the most endearing love? There’s nothing you can do, when being vulnerable, is not about fighting feelings? But all the hidden place, love comes to reside… forever. Where would my heart be, if my silent river, didn’t have a profound destiny? Why, there’s absolutely no need, to fathom deNial. Love’s greatest triumph, the promise land, beyond the Sea. What, can this heart of mine do, the love I need to fathom, it’s oceans deep. Hide and seek, what my soul can no longer play. Love, reflects a transparent hue. Passion and desire, never counts the cost. Oh, What Would I Do, without, Grace, the lover of my soul?
Come see her beauty, come see her soul. An excellent heart, such beauty to behold. See how it radiates, how it enlightens, in the afterglow. Her adorning, crowned in splendor. Deep love, embedded in the crevices of her soul. The imperishable quality, cannot be erased, from the depth of her being. A gentle spirit, hovers within quiet beauty. Endearing love, knows the true beauty, in a heart, forever on display. The texture, woven in the purest love. The soul, clothed in scarlet. A mother’s love, her heart cannot be denied. Her worth, can never be refuted. Her love, leaves you lost for words. Rose petals, fall gracefully at her feet, violets, cascade in her breathless hue. In every season, her love blooms, like the most beautiful flower. Like the dawn, the fragrance of her love, rises with the due, she truly deserves. Like nature’s glow, her heart shines, perpetual warmth. You can’t buy her affection, she considers the need, and gives it… everything. How beautiful the feet, that walks in love. How lovely the hands, that touches you deeply. A mother’s love, the lamp, that never goes out. Every heartbeat, beating valiantly, to vanquish the darkness. Many hearts, love excellently, but her love, surpasses them all. A heart, with good intent, far more precious, than diamonds and pearls. How, can a man not rise up, and call himself blessed, to behold such a treasure? Gaze profoundly, into the soul, of a virtuous love? From her heart, from the deepest place of her beauty, a mother’s love, flows like an endless river!
Love is profound, renowned; will astound, love is amazing. Love is fearless, love is distinguished, love is heroic, love is courageous; love is valiant. Love is an artist, artistic, an artistry; love is a portrait. Love creates, love is creative, with every creation; love is a work of art. Love is freely given, love doesn’t count the cost, love is completely sold out; love is priceless. Love is expressive, love is an expression. Love will express, what words can’t verbalize; love is beyond words. Love is the sun, the moon, the stars; love is out of this world. Love is a teacher, a leader, a listener; love is a believer, in the impossible. Love is playful, love is serious, love is passionate, love is bold; love has a beautiful story. Love is thoughtful, love is kind, love has your back; love is a friend. Love is lyrical, love has rhythm, love strikes a tone; love is a song. Love is a poem, a poet, poetic; love is poetry, in eMotion. Love gives hope, love brings joy, love shows grace; love is amazing. Love is an eagle, a sparrow, a dove; love has wings. Love has height, love has depth, love has breadth; love has perspective. Love is an ocean, love is a deep river, a soothing stream; love is water, love is so refreshing. Love has stature, love takes action, love will inspire; love is incredible. Love is engaging, love is captivating, love is endearing; love is Affirming, love is Everything!
I’m, not always strong. But, the strength of my love. Will always be enough, to hold your love, close to my heart. What you need, what my heart will always be. Faithful to the end, of every breath. Thirty five years, two heartbeats, living with one distinct sound; love, always, forever. An example, of what happens when. Your breath divinely held, by love’s tender whispers. For when, love cuts the deepest. In the trenches, the battles lovingly fought, on our knees. Not to see, the change in you. But in me, be another profound change; by love’s undying breadth. The surrender, begets no retreat. Into a shadow, of what love’s supposed to be. The tether, the woman in you, needing the man in me. Be a gentle soul, you can still lay hopes, on the man in dreams. The love, holding us tenderly, with endless devotion. The warmth, likened to a breath of fresh air. The gentle touch, that says so much. The love, taking us by the heart, to beautiful places. Our hearts, being the canvas, in a love painted portrait. The storybook, telling the tale, breathless. If walls could talk, they would surely tell all the secrets. What my soul said, with my eyes fast asleep. But my heart awake, breathing deeply felt words of love. Through the night, to the enlightened moment. In love, awakens more and more, through the years. Every day, the vows renewed; I do, love you. Poured out, with the fragrance of heaven. The true meaning, the love in you, knowing the love in me, intimately!
My heart, not afraid to show, the love inside. You’re the one, in whom I share hopes; the one, inside all my dreams. My love, is your love. Let it be an umbrella, shielding your heart from the rain. Don’t, ever close your heart. How else, can my love be the boldest thief. Wanting for another moment, take your every breath. Me and you, under the canopy of love. My soul, can’t get two steps away. And not to feel your love, tugging on every string. Your love and mine, may not always be fine. But, we’ve found our forever, two hearts in twine, three strands strong. You are, my breathless; God’s love, the breadth. It’s not, heaven in your eyes, it’s in your heart. True love, not about being mesmerized; knowing, love’s a daily prize. Into you I see, within me the love will truly be. Every day, I don’t have to think, about what kind of love I’m getting. In you, my heart already knows, the kind of love I have. For me, it’s not about what I feel; but what, you need my heart to be. In love, always, and forever. Love, not about what you’re honored to do. But what through love, your soul is privileged to become. A heart, giving love faithfully. Even when, my heart looked through blinders. Within my soul, there was absolutely no mistaking. I could always see, our forever… in love. Whatever, you have to face. That’s, what my love has to face… through your eyes. Let, my heart be perfectly clear. God’s love is the breadth, that has made your heart the vision, ever before my soul. A reflection of His love, that what… you are!
In this moment, in this space, in this time; in these very moments. In the here, in the now. Wherein every breath, moments to hold precious. The moments, a heart should breathe deeply, and treasure. Where time-less, becomes moments passed; to never be seen again. Love, the created timeless beauty. Within a soul captured, a heart captivated by the endless gaze. Face to face, heart in heart; through the sands of time. Two hearts, not affected by the passing of time. Two antiques fashioned, by the hand of a true artistry. Two souls embraced forever, by the light of the Son. The love on display, to showcase it was the creation, of a masterful design. For even though time passes, the love still ageless. The beauty, likened to the essence of a perennial flower. Through every season has change, the love a perpetual bloom. A love endearing, two hearts enduring the test of time. Poetry in motion, moving a heart to create such emotions. This union, of heart and soul. A love story, time tested; playing so surreal. The love true, and so real. Our love song, now and forever, to be a timeless classic. Here I am, my love; to forever be the knight, shining gallantly. Whenever the night tries, to eclipse the beauty of your timeless light. Here will I wait, forever to be the place. Where time will surely stand still, for a love never ending. In my heart, the love is Timeless; living in the moment!
When, all is stripped away; to show a heart exposed. Though a convincing heartbeat, for love to be truly noticed; there also needs to be, a strong moving rhythm. What love is, not the same as; what love is, meant to becomes. To what, only the true breadth of love can reveal. My soul has come, but still becoming. You may not plan, to get so deep; but perhaps that’s the place, where a heart needs to be. To be the realization, but just realizing alone; will never make true sense. If a heart doesn’t also realize, what truly makes love take the breath? Longing, still nothing without needing. Not to breathe it all in, but why becomes the wait… to exhale? Love, something worth wanting; but, something special comes through the having. Love, comes to bless the heart. But every gift requires openness, for the true blessing to be attained. I never expected, to become deep. But, love will take you there. When you believe, the destiny to be predestined!
Through an act freely giving, the love flows like a deep moving river. Likened to a pebble, gracefully moving; without skipping a beat. Making the ripples become an effect, truly profound. To become the fall, into an unfathomable depth. Deep, calls you to know deeper. But, without the stepping out to go beyond; depth will never be realized. Love is a song, but a song in of itself… mere words. If the song in part, not a love profoundly true. It all comes, back to the heart. No one, can ever claim you made it; love. But, you have the opportunity to unequivocally proclaim; your heart truly knows, what makes love Divine. Some days, the heart feelings like a wheel. The day is rolling along, but then suddenly; your soul hits, a subtle bump in the road. Even, when the day seems winding; therein becomes a moment. To look deep within the heart, to search the soul… for deeper. More than a touch, what just moves, or deeply felt. When, the love becomes truly apparent? That’s when you have truly encountered, deeper!
Your love, has such a way with my heart. Your love gives my heart the ability, to express what was buried deep within. It might seem, my heart has a way with words; but it’s not so. My heart is just the pen, Your love the ink. A crimson love, what flows endlessly. Words, captured by the heart; stirred up deep within. But first, my heart had to learn how to deal; with a wayward mind. So my soul could know how to pour out the love, within a heart… moved by words. When pen meets paper, love will forever be the story. A heart trying to write down, every single drop of the love. Within every stroke, love illuminated through words. Undeniable, the love never having to be questioned. Intentional, evident when the love resonates. My heart doesn’t need a ruler, straight and to the point; how depth of love is measured. I won’t to tip toe, around my insecurities. There’s nothing impressive in the writing, it’s the love that makes the story breathe; through a love deeply felt. A heart speechless, letting the love speak; through each word!
How deep is this love, the length, height, and breadth; beyond simple words. My heart watches in true amazement, how fear is just shadows; that doesn’t cast a single doubt. There’s vulnerability, in being broken. But love can never truly flow deeply, if the unknown is what becomes the focus. Forever changed, a heart and soul gelled within, love divine. Stop my heart, let Your love be the only thing; that moves my soul. Let the love within overflow, a heart sharing a thousand stories. Expand my heart, contract my soul; let every moment be breathless. Let every breath within my lungs, be a heart captivated by the overwhelming breadth. In my heart there’s life, Your love is what flows. If You were to ever remove the love, my heart would surely have nothing; worth writing about. As long as You live deep within, the love will never end. Every time when Pen, meets paper; may it be undeniably clear, the love… is You!
Every breath, I owe You my life. You weren’t under any obligation, my debit You paid. The love You showed, why You’ve won my heart. Your love, the open invitation; make my heart, Your forever home. When darkness was the prison, grace was the key. Your love the light, shining on me. Independence, the day; Your love validated my worth. My heart, will never withdraw; let Your love be, the only redeemer. My soul made a vow, to press into You. No retreat, the value; in the surrendered. Your love painted the perfect picture, but only in the drawing closer. Can a heart truly see what was in the creation. A soul was created, to reflect the true color of love. The heart a masterpiece, painted by a deep crimson love. My heart became indebted, freedom was in a name. I don’t ever want to be in the black, knee deep in the red; under the canopy of love. Even if I don’t see it, love is… working. Building me up, moving; underneath every breath. Redeeming, that’s the quality. Profitable, what this love is. Faithful, what You are. Excess love, ever increasing; when my heart learned how to trust. My fundamental commitment, no emotional withdrawals, and never doubt the love!
Your heart, doesn’t owe me anything; but Your love gives everything, my heart will ever need. Thank You, for letting my heart borrow against Your love. When it was a soul, deep in… borrowed time. Again and again, whenever my heart needed a friend; Your love never denied me… anything. How can I ever repay, when the cost was so great? The price paid, the debt forever forgiven. You made the sacrifice, so my soul could truly be free… to thrive. Kindness, the undisputed currency. So much greater, than silver and gold. What I Owe, can never be repaid. Give me forever, to show a truly grateful heart. Like sand through an hourglass, time will fade. But not the moments, my heart, and Your love… gets to cherish. At the end of days, it’s a higher return; when the reciprocal, begets the return. The love, all my heart. All the passion within, all the accumulated desire; what I give back. A heart once bankrupt, now redeemed by a choice made. A soul now in a place, positioned to go; from glory to glory. A heart in a place, where love is forever found, and mercy reigns. Tic, Tac, Whoo. Your love has positioned my heart, to forever be on the winning side… of greatness!
What I Owe, that my soul can define. But, my heart can’t seem to find the words; to make this be easily explained. It’s a conundrum, my soul calls this love a treasure. But my heart, knows it as such a priceless love; both equally true. I had options; invest, or live wild… but free? But my soul, didn’t want to miss out. It’s not about a prosperous future, but knowing the true… predestined destiny. My heart in a place, where fear has become absolutely powerless; in the here, and now. Within a river so deep, and so wide; within the endless overflow. Where you’re filled, with so much peace; hope forever found. Finding an overwhelming love again and again, and the depth untold. To know the breadth, and experience what it is. Where death has no hold, through an inherited release. Only, if my soul could truly put it into words? Truly come up with just one thing, to explain what my heart is struggling to articulate? Oh, that would be Amazing. So, where did I meet this extraordinary love; At the Cross. And, What I Owe, Everything… I am!
• Right up front I will let you know, this is a bit longer than usual. A part of the story, that was laid on my heart this week; to write and share. May it be a blessing, may it move you… closer to His heart!
For as far back as my heart can remember, I can see how God’s love; has been my refuge. Before my heart knew how to breathe, He was already my breath. Whenever my soul wanted to hide from the world, Hide and Seek; what the heart within a silent river, played day after day. My heart knew how to be quiet, but my soul restless; not yet knowing the stillness. But God, His love always knew; exactly where to find my heart. When my soul started the seeking; His love, what my heart found… every time. The heart of a child, didn’t yet know how to truly feel; but my soul, within an embrace. Why my heart can say, without any hesitation; I Can’t… do anything on my own. Every day is a fight, but never a struggle… for my heart. Even when my heart didn’t yet understand, my soul knew a long time ago; who I am, and who is the breadth. My heart can breathe, but I Can’t… take a breath; if not through His love!
He says I can do all things, but I know; only if His love… is what moves me. He says I’m a conqueror, but I couldn’t win a single battle; in my own strength. I can tell ten thousand stories, in my own words, but I still wouldn’t be able to move a single heart. If His love wasn’t the breath, breathing through each verse. I could repeat a thousand times; I think I can, I think I can. We can say all the right words, but it takes faith to believe… you can. When I stumble, I don’t have to worry about the fall. He died, so His love can show a heart… how to rise again. So many think, that I am so strong; but I tell you the truth. I would be truly weak, if His love wasn’t the power… that moves within. What can ever compare, to the greatest love; a heart will ever know?
Let me share with you, why iWirte. Why my heart is just the pen, His love forever the ink. About ten years ago, I had a moment, an encounter; a shift within my heart and soul. I was a Christian for twenty four years, doing everything asked of my heart. Head down, heart wide open; but the journey. One faithful step forward, only to see all the footprints; get washed away. A heart devastated, just like that little boy; a heart feeling so alone. But God, He took my heart; back through the pages of my life. To show, to reveal to my heart; the times when His love… never left me. That it was His love pulling me through, from what should have broken my spirit. You see, my praying grandmother made sure from I could walk; that God’s love, would be a part of my life. Even though He had a hold of my soul, I didn’t give Him my heart; until the age of fifteen. After giving my heart, the focused was just one thing; His love. My heart was so in love, but why not. Unbeknownst to the heart of a child, God was loving on my soul… for fifteen years!
I don’t believe in fairy tales, I trust in God. There is truly nothing in the world, I want, there’s nothing my heart will ever need; than this love. The search for love was over, the very moment I could clearly see. There’s a captivating love story, written on my heart. Why my soul no longer needs to hide, because my heart will forever seek. I Can’t, I Couldn’t, I Won’t, I Don’t… want to breathe, or even take a breath. If this love, is not what moves my heart. A textbook introvert, gave his heart. To receive sight, through an awoken soul. This love will always have my heart, for when I needed it the most; His love hovered. Creating within my soul, a deeper meaning to love. I Can’t do nothing; But, God Can… do it all. Joy, Hope, Peace, Strength; a Refuge. I Can’t even take credit, for who I am. His Story, His Voice; my heart; but His Love… within. Father, everything my soul has ever searched for, found complete… in You!
Forever, what it seems like. Your love, my heart; this dance. As a child, I couldn’t yet recognize; it was an unfamiliar lyric. But even though my heart wasn’t familiar with the rhythm; Your love, was the song. The Lover of my soul, what You are. My first love, the ever last; the best love my heart has ever known. The love that stills, is the love that moves; soulfully. A slow waltz, a sweet lullaby; how Your love, won the heart of a babe. A heart trying to know love, a heart needing to understand true love. It was in the quietness, alone within the stillness of my soul; where my heart was held close!
But then, there was the coming of age; a boy to a teen. A heart held within an embrace, the slow waltz; turned into a slow dance. A heart beginning to know love, a love slowly breaking down the walls. There came a day, the day I invited You in; to dance forever. Young love, a teenage heart; but it was total surrender. Oh, Lord; You, me. A heart wide open, forever exposed. It seems like just yesterday, the summer of 2019; marks thirty four years. Your love, my heart; embraced in a forever dance. A heart learning how to trust, a soul now knowing what it truly is to be loved. Unconditionally, within a forever embrace. A heart forever moved, by the rhythm of Your love; dance with me!
But then, the lover of my soul; introduced my heart to another. A love so real, a dance partner to share the dance. How unselfish, how utterly thoughtful; to let my heart dance with another. It wasn’t a tap out, but a tap in… to a master plan. How two hearts become whole, through a slow dance; through a lifetime commitment. Oh turn the music up, this is my jam; You Are My Lady, dance with me. Oh girl, I see it in your eyes; your love dances, forever with my heart. Sweet lady, the lover of my soul; wants our love to dance, into forevermore. That love will always be first, the one true love; my heart has ever known. So Milady, are you truly willing; to be a part of this dance, share this heart of mine?
Lady, put your heart forever into my hands; and dance with me. I promise, this love will never be; just a song and dance, this love is forever. Let my love, play throughout your hearts and soul; ALWAYS, our forever song. God’s love is the candlelight, our hearts forever the flame. If we fan the flame, His love will light up our heart; to forever bask in the Afterglow. Lord, whenever I get lost for words, Your love doesn’t even have to say a word. Take me by the heart, dance with me forever. Let the world disappear, all I need to see; just Your heart. Words can’t even begin to express the feelings, this slow dance; this forever embrace!
Real Love, falling in love every time our hearts meet; the hold, that just won’t let go. A presence that leaves a heart breathless, forever swept away. Lord, lady; what we have here, it’s all I truly need, to know I’m loved. Small still whispers, how this love began. I will forever hold tight, Your love; I keep it close to my heart. During the business of my mind, my heart will always take moments to reflect. Lord, a quiet stroll through Your heart; how I get to in Your love. Every day, the dawn of every morning; it’s another embrace. A kiss upon my heart, then out into our Forever; The Dance, within my heart!
Even with a broken heart, breath is still taken. Even with a fragmented soul, the heart beats with a holistic persona. Even with a fractured wing, a soul can soar, if the heart’s willing to elevate. Even through a damaged perspective, perception changes, trusting the process. Even though a crushed spirit, hope breathes life, into a heart’s renewed sense of purpose. Even a splintered frame of reference, knowing there’s slivers of hope. Lets water under the bridge, quench moments of burning bridges. With time, ruptured wound heal, not with meaningless band aid fixes, but the heart’s sincere attempt to make the love missing, be nothing within the texture left broken. Even, a torn fabric within trust, becomes a heart mended, with forgiveness woven in with love’s essence. Even confidence in absolute tatters, can still be heart and mind in concert. Not singing the blues, but harmonizing a love ballad; reunited, and it feels so good. A soulful, and heartfelt expression of. Even, cracks in the road of life can be filled, one pothole, one day at a time. Uneven bars are utilized, not for mental gymnastics, but showcase a heart, and soul’s resilience. Injures are not meant, to sideline your hope, but build up your resolve, keep your faith focused. Tears fall, but so does rain, even if for hours, out comes the sun. Even in times of brokenness, seasons like April showers, bring out in us, beautiful May flowers. Rough times, not uncommon, but commonly known. To let a heart know, Winning is still possible, even if moments find us, Broken!
Beyond the natural, yet in of itself, true. Pure love, its beauty, celestial in its nature. Though, unseen in its totality, its existence undeniable. Love was, is, forever will be. The mimic of, its angelic form, a poetic expression of, an artistic depiction of. In plain sight, its presence evident, its essence prevalent. Some, call love heavenly, and indeed it is, displayed in its sublime vastness. For, love transcends time, space, prevailing unfettered by. Time cannot alter it, space cannot eclipse it. In being, out of being, lies the life within, love’s manifestation. What an open heart perceives, a beautiful mind contemplates. Out of one’s self, the consciousness reveals, its fullness, love’s innate silhouette. The breadth thereof, the depth therein, the transcendence of. What heart and soul yearns to behold, love’s celestial plane!
Love, speaks to my heart, tells me what to do, what to say, how to be. In gentle whispers, its breathless kisses, persuades my soul. I know who I am, I know what path to take, love tells me so. When I am lost, can’t find my way home. Love pursuits me, takes me by the heart. Love speaks quietly, love speaks boldly, speaks deeply into my soul. Forever to my heart, love tells me. In its embrace, with its gentle nudge, love’s voice guides my soul. To its like-minded probabilities, my heart searching its endless possibilities. Love told me, my soul has a purpose to fulfill, it’s for my heart, to know the reason. When, I don’t know what to say, love speaks for me. Advocates for me, when I seem to have lost my mind. Hindsight becoming, the vision of love, waiting for my heart, to take wayward thoughts captive, not think too highly of myself. Sometimes, words mumble, heart stumble, simple task fumble. But, through it all, love teaches me how to stay humble, how not to grumble. With love leading, my heart knows how to act, don’t pat me on the back, that’s just a fact. When I fall, love comforts me. When I am lonely, love holds me. That’s why, when love says jump, and I don’t ask why? I just say, how high, to the sky, infinity, or beyond? When, love calls my heart, it’s by name, to my soul, I have no claim, true love is the aim. I become, what love needs me to be, the best version YOU see. In every thought, love wants to be apart, not just an afterthought. Hence, every stage of life, love’s utterance, my spoken word. My poetic sense, not a linguistic pretense. In stillness of soul, through an open heart, love speaks for me!
Insight, doesn’t fight to see, doesn’t need might to be. Through love’s lens, new heights, horizons bright. Peripheral’s slight, hindsight’s twenty twenty. A heart’s vantage point, doesn’t need perfect sight, to know what’s right. Doesn’t grasp the winds of change tight, hoping not to lose breadth in flight. Perceptive living, in excess of the natural. An observant heart, reads between lines, sees beyond words. Visions of what’s discerned, an enlightenment within an intuitive soul. The revelation of what insight does, gives meaning to, what words don’t say, but what the soul wants to convey. Smoke and mirrors, vague expressions, in of itself could never hide, what an acute heart will discern. Insight, doesn’t just see, but listens, then speaks. In stillness of soul, insight says to your heart. In every brand-new way of looking at life, if your heart knows, love hovers in the midst of it, ready to sway your spirit’s confidence. Insight, could never be attained, without the loving appreciation for, what permeates within knowing the heart of another. Insight knows, love defining what becomes of your soul, restrains life from redefining; what your heart won’t allow to be. Deep understanding, comes with profound recognition, insightfulness’ intrinsic importance!
An encounter, not by chance, a heart’s momentary glance, a soul’s predestined stance, captivated by the beauty of, love’s shining star. A beam of light, ray of hope, touching beyond surface of. Time and space, deep inside, breadth of innermost. Light flashed, epiphany enlightened, reign cascaded. The beauty struck, head to heart, depth of soul. Love, a million pieces of its beauty, whole within my soul, filling a breathtaking chasm in my heart. A heart of stone, struck by love’s deep beauty, flesh softened, drawing from its crimson well. No, passing gust of fear, can rip from its anchored soul, love’s firm foundation. Every soul, should take the time to know, why love has chosen to make its heart, a home? Love’s lighting rod, striking at the heart of what matters, leaving traces of its spark, within the crevices of its being. Its heartfelt symphony, music to the heart, hymn for the soul. With every moment being, heart and soul persuaded, swayed instrumentally. It’s beautiful rhapsody, strumming a chord, heartstrings. Just, one look… away, from the beauty of love’s allure, would surely cast its sphere, within the heart’s peripheral. Where the fragrance of, the light of, the epiphany of, the reign of… would lose its deepest meaning. A heart forever captured, the soul raptured by, the beauty of… My soul, would rather be in want of air, than to ever let my heart be in need of, living without. Love’s breathless beauty, the gravity of, its oxygenating essence!
Stages, how life is lived, how through transitional states, mind, body, soul; a heart’s metamorphosis, hopes and dreams. A caterpillar’s heart, wings within to be discovered, waiting for its moment, to be revealed. Within the undergoing, a beautiful change in heart and mind. Beauty within a soul’s transformation, emergence of its wings. A heart chasing butterflies, a soul finding its freedom, to soar on the wings of love. In the cool of the day, in the warmth of love’s embrace, the heart lifted up with air beneath, the wings of its fluttering soul. The winds of change blow wild, the soul trying to catch its breath, within a heart predestined to live free. Blood pumping, hopes becoming, thrill of the chase, dreams taking flight. The higher the sights, the greater the heights. Butterfly wings, an adoration of feeling, love’s deep sensation awakened. A heart, with wings spread wide, soar forever like an eagle, with its metamorphosed, butterfly wings!
In the heart’s journey through life, growing pains, hurt that stains. Tears restrained, ten foot walls, castle in the sand. Time, lines drawn, washed away by the see, how to awaken the love in me. Seeking life’s happiness, living in the quietness, breathing in the fullness. Emotions swimming in the stillness, a waterless silent river. My awakening, hidden in slumber, the sleepless yearning; in childhood daydreams. Am I strong enough, am I brave enough, am I, worthy of? To be, or not to be? I choose to be me, live free, give no apologies. In the pressing, the pulling, in the pushing, the tugging; heartstrings. In quiet contemplation, a question remained; what does awaken love look like? Is it an ocean, a potion, just a watered down notion? An inquiring heart, searched depth of soul, could it be fathomed, be awakened in me? I looked deep, my heart lost sleep, in my awakening. Love’s awakened presence, wasn’t a curtain call, the veil removed. To let my heart see, a soul destined to be, love’s poetic muse!
Poetically, a gentle soul, awakens its heart. In its wake, dawn reveals its shimmer of light, love’s gentle smile. Letting its muse become, in service of. In quiet contemplation, in subtle gestures, the heart conveys, what words can’t say. Clouded whether, kept at bay, love’s reign becomes evident, from whence cometh its gentleness. You can be sure, love strengthens its resolve, be the cure for all. A gentle soul, pours out of its heart, letting the love gently spill. What vessel, could ever contain the unfathomable wealth of love’s generosity? Likened to a refreshing stream, love floods with no regrets. Leaves its gentle residue, like that of the morning dew, that settles within the slumbers of the twilight. The soul awakened, to find love resting gently on its heart. Just like the wind, the presence of a gentle soul sways, but its essence what stays. A heart full of lilies, chases butterflies. To see how colored hues, gives the soul its wings. Gentle love, move gracefully like the wind, blow minds, change hearts, with the breadth of thy might. With the strength of thy stance, cast thy benevolent light, eclipse downcast shadows. With thy humble spirit, persuade indifferent hearts, to be love’s gentle soul.
Worlds apart, the coming together, love’s close encounter. Two souls aligned, one in heart and soul, an encounter of a different kind. The breadth therein, an eclipse of the heart, divine love in its totality. Time, and space are eclipsed, the heart encountering how a day in love’s gravity, seems like a thousand years. And, a thousand years influenced by its spare, seeming just a day in its fullness. There’s nothing, love’s gravitational allure won’t eclipse. Perception, through the lens of the heart, eclipses what’s seen, within the naked eye’s peripheral. Eyes opened bright, lets in love’s light, becoming a beautiful sight, an eclipse of the heart. The sun, moon, and stars, captivating as they are, they can’t outshine, love’s celestial charm. Lying, like a child in the arms of love, dreams never die, wonders never cease… to be amazing. Love making it become, a total eclipse of the heart!
Every now and then, it’s a struggle, listening to the sound of your tears. And though, life says, the best years have gone, yawn and say to your soul; good morning sunshine. Yes, every now and then, our soul gets a bit restless. Every now and then, we feel a bit helpless. Every now and then, we get a bit angry. Every now and then, heart and mind are at odds, but, turn around; in stillness of soul, the voice of love whispers. When, a shadow is seen, it’s not only a shadow of you, but a reflection of the light within you. Even now and then, our light seems but a flicker, a light nevertheless. The concept of love, withstands. Regardless of heartache, despite heartbreak, love tugs the heartstrings. Whatever the soul faces, the heart’s resilience will eclipse. Every heart has its moment, every soul birthed with its own light, but, somewhere past childhood, the light begins to dim, if the heart’s not protected. Even, in those moments, love enters the darkness, to energize our love. Making our light once again become, a total eclipse of the heart!
Since, it seems like the whole world is talking, about today’s solar eclipse. I don’t get excited, about these kinds of things. This is how I see, love in a heart eclipsing moments. This piece was also inspired in part, by Bonnie Tyler’s well known song from the 80’s; total eclipse of the heart!
The beauty of her, a mosaic portrait of her love. Her strength, displayed within every breath she exhaled. Her worth, the jewel, reflecting her heart of hearts. The fragrance of her love, lingers within the breadth of her presence. Her heart, a divine work of art, a colorful display; texturized by the artistry of her soul. The essence of her being, forever will be; an angelic portrayal of… her!
His and Hers
Love, pure as a beautiful flower, lets its divine beauty be. It’s lavender fragrance, the nuances of its essence. A colorful display, of its deep crimson hue. A heart that ceases to grow, love stagnant in its growth. It doesn’t matter, how often love seems to bloom. Without a fertile environment, constant light, the heart being watered. The love is surely destined, to wither!
* Another one of my by design share. The first, a picture of my late daughter, which I made into a texturized portrait. The second, a fabric flower my wife made some years ago, for her sister’s 50th birthday party. The leaves and the center piece, about half a dozen of them were cut out by hand, glued and stitched together, long with a bunch of other things she made. It may look small, but it’s about 12-15 inches in diameter. I took a picture of it, and incorporated it into this design. Hope you enjoy it!
A Love Story! 
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