Oh my darling, tell me; if I held back some of my love, would others call me stingy, with love? If I ripped off my shirt, threw it to the ground; would you believe I did that, after looking at the price tag? I know that real love, isn’t about the price tag; that just cheapens the experience. I was just demonstrating, that I’m absolutely willing; to give you the very shirt off my back. But if I took it back up, put it back on; because I thought it would be, a good… bye, bye. This love is not a song and dance, it’s not even about being NSYNC. A good bye, is a goodbye; if the love is half off, the agreed upon amount of love!
So let’s go for a walk, but not in the park; there’s this one angry bird. The bird saw me throw down the shirt, now every time I walk through; all I keep hearing is, cheap, cheap. Let’s hold hands, gaze into each other’s eyes; forgo the talking points. Talk is cheap; if not ultimately followed up, with substantive actions. That’s the time to put up, because my heart will never shut up. Over the years my love has seemed a bit frugal, but I never ever wanted you to believe; that I thought your heart was ever cheap. Let me raise my hand, I want to ask my heart a question; are you ready to put your money where your mouth is? To show that this love, has never been a cheap thrill.
People see me as being picky, the love within is a sticky situation. I’m stuck on you; crazy, will forever be the glue. So, say what you will, just don’t ever get it twisted; the love within my heart, has never been anything less than genuine. Loving me is not easy, but I will never give cheap love; the cost, my everything. Your love and God’s love, is what makes my heart rich, and truly profitable. The world offers a cheap substitute, and still wants to call it; “love!” I would do you, and everyone a true disservice; if the love was so cheap, that you could never feel it deep within your bones!
So my sweet darling, if I showed you a hundred dollar bill; then told you that I can’t give it to you. Would you call me a prankster, a cheapskate; or maybe just El Cheapo? That wouldn’t be my hearts reality, tell me; how can you truly measure, A Woman’s Worth? I could give ten thousand reasons; why your love is truly one in a million. When I have that kind of money, darling, it’s all yours; all I need, is just your love. The blessings are running me down, poised to overtake me. I will never give cheap love, to anyone in need. When love is a true richness, for every heart to behold. True love, is worth more; then all the riches in the world!
So, let me state for the record, by saying this; “El Cheapo,” is Spanish. So in the future darling, I would prefer to be called; Mr. F.R.U.G.A.L instead, short for; “Fun, Resourceful, Unique, Gracious, Assertive and Loving!” The worth, of a true Renaissance man!
I thought I stood on the right sure, but within my heart; I knew that there was a deeper calling. Maybe I was afraid, afraid of what it might cost; to follow You? Did I truly have enough, enough faith to walk on water? I thought I was standing on faith, but it was sand; faith moves, not a sandy shore. That was why, I stood on the same old sure; but it was sinking sand. For years I dreamed, that someday I would be a hero. But to be that hero, I would first have to start at the very beginning; be the zero, and let God’s love be the hero!
So I raised up my hope, stood on the forever sure; my heart was no longer, a slave to fear. The battle wasn’t being afraid to die, but overcoming the battles within the mind; and let the love, move my heart and soul. That was the battle, standing there; on the edge of my sure. Just like David, my heart needed to face the giant, I had let get ten feet tall; playing footsie, at the edge of the shore. To be a man, the boy within would first have to slay the mind; to show his heart, how to truly make a giant fall. Deep within my chest was the heart of a warrior, it was time; to stop playing in the sand. Stop building little castles, a fortress around my heart; that would just get swept away!
I thought I would be dipping my little heart, into a cold, cold sea; but what I failed to see, is that Your love was the ocean, calling my heart into Your clear blue yonder. I couldn’t see, that Your heart is the love I see; in the horizon. Maybe I wasn’t yet ready, or yet willing to cross the line; the line my own heart, chose to draw within the sand. My heart felt safe on the sandy shore, but within my own mind; it was just the shallow end. A deeper love can only be experienced, within the depth; of a truly loving heart. It was time to step out by faith, but I needed this true love; to be what forever moves my heart!
Footprints within the sand, were there to show me where I’ve been; but not where Your love wants to take me? All that time standing still, because of what others said. They said that they’re absolutely shore, that you shouldn’t go deeper; just build another castle, in the forever shallow end. But my heart heard the call, a love as wide as the ocean. I had to stand, on what I know to be sure; God’s love is the one thing, I know is sure!
So I got off the shore… thing, and stepped out of all the mind games; my soul gained absolute freedom. Walking on water, is about having faith; but your faith still has to be sure, on what it’s standing on? My heart doesn’t just need to go deeper, but be willing to drown forever, within the depth of that love. So whether I swim, or whether I just sink; that was never the issue. My will had to die, so God’s love could take my heart even deeper. Until I am sure, I was beautifully in, over my head!
My wish, that someday I will be every bit of a man; your heart needs me to be? Just know, till then; my heart will be faithful. Your love has always been sweet, you will always be; my sweet sixteen. Wish upon a star, wish that you may; but I wish that you might. Let all my love, be your one wish tonight!
So go ahead, make a wish, but don’t blow out the candles; I want your flame, to keep burning forever. Instead, do the thing you always do; blow my mind. Touch my heart, like you always do; tell me, is it still the right texture? The texture of not just a good, but a faithful man? Good feelings come and go, but faithfulness; will faithfully be, good!
Honey, make a wish; no need for any hesitations. God’s love is the cord, that binds it all together. My love is the gift, unwrap and take my heart; it’s yours forever. The love within, comes with a lifetime commitment. You may not be sixteen today, but you’re still my sweet love; I’m still sweet on you. Sweetie, it’s your birthday, but I too have been given a gift. Thirty plus years later, I get to reminisce; about the first birthday of yours we ever spent together. Happy Birthday, to My Sweet Sixteen!
I’ve always tried my very best to anticipate, to watch my step; guard my heart. Sometimes, we can find ourselves at a crossroad; the proverbial fork in the road. This world has so many ups and downs, choices; when you find yourself lost, look up. Some people might think that’s not a viable direction, but that would be the best decision. They can even make you feel like you’re crazy, you’re not. Crazy is a state of mind. Making a decision, without the heart being part of the deciding factor; insanity becomes the state!
As for me and my heart, No one will ever be able to stick a fork; done, would mean I no longer walk the earth. Tenderness, will forever be the feeling; that differentiates a hardened heart, from a gentle soul. How can anyone see if love permeates within; if you’re never willing to show the tender side? Don’t get me wrong, we all have a side; that at times can be a bit distasteful. You may have been burnt one, too many times; don’t let those dark moments, define your heart!
So therefore, let the true undeniable presence abide; love. It doesn’t matter how hardened you‘ve become, your heart cannot deny the truth; the love within. When you have truly come to the realization, that within the heart; love is the deep seeded desire. Being tender, will then never be a crossroad; but the path, you’ve forever chosen to take. Even when your heart gets completely full; don’t let the love, stop feeding your soul. Whenever your soul feels overwhelmed, just take a deep breath; then let your heart, take in every bit of that Amazing love. Real love needs to be savored, not just consumed. Even though the love, is truly poised; to consume your heart, from within!
My friends, chew on this; the true meat of any good relationship, are the truly tender moments; your heart gets to enjoy. That’s right, take the time to enjoy every bit of those moments; especially, when it’s a truly tasty love. Go ahead, get your fill, just remember; it’s not about stuffing your heart, but filling each others soul; try a little tenderness. And if you again get to another fork, keep the love moving forward; the fork is never the end of the road. The love you will crave today, will still make you hungry; for more of the same tomorrow. Don’t stop thirsting, don’t ever stop feasting; don’t let the love within your heart go hungry. Because from the very beginning, you didn’t already make up within your heart; which fork you would forever choose?
Deep within my soul; there is a story, a love. The end, still being written. My heart is the pen, the love within; the ink, not yet dried. This story is evolving, the love that flows; endlessly reoccurring. My heart is now fixed within a gaze, this story; never ending!
When the story first began, my heart felt so empty. The ink, wasn’t yet part of the story; so I thought. The engraving, needed to be etched; upon my heart. The story includes my soul, but my heart was still becoming; this storyline, is about the ink. The transformation; was my heart, slowly needing to be filled. My heart was learning, but my soul was quietly yearning; for more. I knew the concept of led, but a pencil left me with the option. To erase, and then rewrite; my own version of the story. The pen was to be my heart, but still becoming. The ink, makes the love; the permanent part of this story!
There’s nothing special about my pen, just another pen; the ink, defines the substance within. Take your eyes off the pen, it’s the ink; that makes the words, recognizable. The words might seem beautifully penned, but my heart would never be able to capture the essence; without the love within. That is the tipping point, my words are just words. The tip of the pen has a point, so this is the point. This story would never truly have a consistent flow, without the ink; that makes the love become visible!
By design, the love within has left its mark; permanent. The story will continue, because the ink is ever flowing. The love story iWrite, flows from the love within. When the ink permanently dried, that was the moment. The moment my heart knew, the ink on my soul had dried, no erasing. So, let me make the beginning of the story clear; God’s love is the ink, that forever flows. My heart, just the pen; being used to tell the story, about the love within!
Your love, so instrumental to my heart; it’s turned my heart into a symphony, a love that strikes all the right chords. My heart is becoming a finely tuned stringed instrument. Your love pulls on my heartstrings, my soul sings. Me me me, let me sing of Your love; the sweetest of love songs. Your love plays my heart like a violin, rest Your love against my heart. Slide Your love across the surface of my heart, that’s all my heart needs. For Your love to become a symphony, my everlasting love song!
My heart can hear Your love, the sound, a symbol; crashing throughout my heart, moving my soul. Your love is truly the greatest, the greatest of symphonies; playing along with every single beat of my heart. Your love has such a tender melody, a love so tender. Moving my soul, with the breadth of Your love. My heart used to play like a high school musical, reminiscing back to the moment; the moment Your love touched my heart. Reminding me, that Your love has been a part of my heart; from my high school days!
Your love is the chorus within my song, repeating the words within my heart; My love, is Your love. That just strikes another cord, my heart and soul bands together; to hear the symphony. The perfect portrayal of passion and love within. Your love has been asking my heart to forever be Your soloist. If I could learn how to just keep my eyes, just on Your love; then I would truly know. Each moment Your love shifts my heart, and the key changes to a higher octave; within my soul. Your love wants my heart to know, the true rhythm of Your every heartbeat!
Sometimes my love comes across as if it’s a composition, of unsung ballads. Sometimes my love can B flat, but Your love has always been A-sharp, key change; that resounds within my soul. Your love has always been pitch perfect, my heart is forever in love; with the sheer perfection. My love has flaws, it will never be pitch perfect; but it’s now tipping the scale, at a C major. Your love has captured my gaze, captivated my heart. My soul is in awe, what a love symphony. My soul is embracing the changes, my heart is learning how to hear the right notes. Your love has forever affected my soul, striking up a percussion within my heart. Your love is a symphony, but now and always; my heart will forever be, Your orchestra!