Your love has given my heart, an irreplaceable gift; when my soul was so much in need.
Fortifies my truth, when my trust is vulnerable. Showers my heart with love, when my soul becomes like a desert; thirsty for Your love to reign.
A love so personal, but yet has given my heart… so much to share. Mine day after day, but day after day what my soul holds dear; the moments alone we share.
I won’t ever fear my tomorrow, Your love is what my soul needs today. Your love is my peace, my source of strength; my forever embrace.
Your love is a gift, sweeter than a rose; and with an everlasting bloom. My heart can do without a lot of things, but what my soul could never do without; Your Irreplaceable love!
Open up my heart, search the four corners of my soul. Check every single nook and crevice. May your love truly find, everything your heart is looking for? Woman, the first thing you should want to do; grab the screwdriver. Just so no other love, can ever touch my heart the same way. My heart is a bit unique, but a cookie cutter… what my love will never be. So no need to ever hesitate, to secure my heart to your love. Woman, if you truly want to know, the true measure of my love? If you absolutely need to know, the length, the width, the depth of my heart; first you need to know the breadth. I truly hope my love measures up, that it forever meets your expectations. I hope you will always feel the love, but forever know the texture… of my heart?
Sweet lady, you never have to be scared of my chest. The tools are sharp, but the rough edges exposed. My heart is a bit edgy, but even a lady of a higher class. Will forever come to appreciate the rugged exterior, and the faithful heart inside. So, every time you feel a need. Take out the sharpest chisel, and use your love to shave off the most annoying parts. Like I said, for you… I will forever leave my heart exposed. Woman, the love within my chest, there’s a special compartment for only you. Only one other, will have access to my whole heart. The one who created the chest, and built a truly special place within… for you. It might seem, my chest has all the right tools. But your love still needs to help, to show me how to use them all.. in the right way! So move my soul, and let my heart be what you can find to treasure… from within my chest!
Fly girl, stop; hammer time. Girl, it’s too late. You can’t touch this, but your love already made my heart… bust a move. You made a sweet impression, and made my heart drop the beat. Your love reached into my chest, and touched my heart. All the love and passion, went Deep in… to my soul. Girl, you might think I was born a kool cat? But I tell you, your love has my heart charmed… I’m sure. Turned my heart into a smooth talker. Girl, you’re so silly. You didn’t even know, when your love first touched my heart; you had me at hello. Girl, wait a minute; I see how you roll… your eyes. Your heart is the real deal, a bonafide tomboy. So, without further ado, show me what you’re working with; show me the girl power. Grab a power tool, but don’t get my heart twisted. The tool within my chest, “Batteries Not Included;” it’s plugged into a source, with Total Power!
Now you might think, that I operate on cordless; it’s reinforced heartstrings. Girl, every tool within my chest; has a tie that binds. So let me drill down on this point; “My heart comes with a lifetime guarantee, that the love will last forever!” So, right off the bat let me tell you; my lips have never tasted alcohol. Why within my chest, you will never find any Scotch… tape. With every conversation, there’s always two sides. Stick this promise to your heart, my love doesn’t come with any double talk. Woman, within my chest; you will see some Masking tape. But lets make a pact, down the road of life together. Let true love, be called our De-Mask-Us. Where the love can be truly open, and always transparent. Girl Duck… tape has the strongest adhesive. If you ever feel a need, to hear just my heart? Tape my mouth shut, so the tool within my chest; can be forever heard!
Sometimes it’s deep in thought, but yet at the same time; it should never be, as a mind thinketh. I am a thinker, will never consider myself an intellect. For wisdom is learned, true knowledge manifested. When the thoughts are of a higher learning, steeped within a Divine intervention. Many believe their hearts to be deep, but still can’t seem to wrap their mind; around that which is truly profound. It’s okay to be deep in, but if the mind is what foremost rules? The heart will never be the true influence, for what governs the thought process. So many think… that it’s always a bad thing, for a heart to be lost. The question is, what’s it lost in; and what has captured the soul?
Deep in, should never be whether sink or swim. Don’t ever let your heart be content, with just floating. For when the heart becomes eMotionless, the love may already be dead. Just a toe in, will test the water, but being submerged; will be the test… proof of a faithful heart. It should never worry about how deep the ocean, but trying to understand true depth. So many say they’re deep in love, but when the tide rises. Fear grips the heart, a soul no longer wanting to get swept away… by love. A heart afraid a true commitment, a soul afraid to get lost… within a tidal wave of true eMotions. So many rely on their emotion to set the stage, but forget that faithfulness; will always be more reliable than raw emotions!
I’m not a scholar, but I do know hot water burns. When you don’t stop to gauge the temperature, of your own heart. Deep in, doesn’t mean over your head. When you truly have a love, that steadies the soul. So many believe, if a heart wants to take a deep dive. It means going off the deep end, with reckless abandonment. But that’s just it, you have to abandon shallow end… in mind thinking. If you truly want the in love, to be a reflection of deeply. Get wisdom, but with all your getting; get the understanding. In too deep, means a heart never wanting to leave that place. A place where a deeper understanding, will always mean a love going… Deeper!
Whenever you hurt someone you love, all in the name of love; “they call it a crime of passion.” Whenever you take that which is not yours, just because your heart has a want. Even though there’s absolutely no need; “they call it stealing.” When you do something, without thinking of the consequences; “they call you reckless!” All these acts, describe the actions of a heart; “called a desperado.” No one truly thinks of themselves as this, but yet the question is this; “shouldn’t we at times, be a bit desperate?” I never want to be known as a desperado, but yet I must admit. My heart has been known, to display characteristics like these. No need to get it twisted, this is not about doing what’s wrong; but being desperate to do what’s right!
There has been many times, when my actions have hurt the one I love. Even though it was all, in the name of love. My only crime, the passion within my heart; being absolutely desperate. There were times, when my heart has pushed love away. When my heart, should have held your love closer. Even though I can never take, that which you freely give. If truth be told, if given the chance. My heart being absolutely desperate, wouldn’t hesitate to look you straight in the heart. And steal… moments with your love, again and again. Some might say, that’s a heart out of control. But what can I truly say, when your love just blows my mind; makes my heart act so reckless. They can call it what they will, I say it’s crazy… in love!
A Desperado, what my heart is not. Forever Desperate, what my soul will always be. The passion, that will never be a crime. For a heart that will never stop wanting, a soul that will never stop needing. A love, worth more than all the riches in the world. A love that will test the heart, to see if deep down; if the soul is just an outlaw? A mind held hostage, in an undisciplined heart. Some hearts act like their an secret agent, forever in disguise. A soul thinking that you have to hide, your true identity. Just so, the thief doesn’t get a chance; to steal your joy. But no villain, can take what was freely given. The thief already knows, Who paid the price? How can a thief make a true withdrawal, without first making the deposit… of love. Why whenever the desperado, comes to take that what is not his. He always finds out the same thing, again and again. “There’s more to this hombre, than meets the eye!”
As a child, my heart mastered the art; seen, but not heard. So therefore, why show emotion; when you can hide your feelings in plain sight? Hide and seek, might seem like just child’s play. But hence the game-changer, what forced me deeper into hiding? The games the adults around me loved to play, just seemed so childish. The moral of that part of the story. I thought my heart was good at hiding, unbeknownst to my soul; a love was in relentless pursuit!
They say when two hearts meet, the reaction is a fall… in love. But then for some, it’s a quick to forget; the falling is an action, that requires a forward momentum. Why do so many hearts, only remember the feeling… at first contact. Only to forget what caused the move, and why you fell… in the first place? Don’t get me wrong, within this love experience; and my own heart exploration. My heart has spent many days running, but it’s the years… that took a toll. What I mean by that? My heart has always been faithful, but when you’ve never been taught how to love. To truly understand, of how to reciprocate it in full. Becomes so much time lost, pursing an understanding… of your own heart and soul. The moral of this part of the story? Every day, and every season; the love needs to be a fall, or the love isn’t truly moving!
For me, love is as simple as this; “either you do, or you don’t!” Love is a color, not fifty shades… of something you can’t recognize. Love can sometimes seem like a catch me if you can, or tag you’re it… for now. Love should always be a relentless pursuit. The seeking is the find, the finding is the having; a forever need… to always want to seek. I have two deep loves in my life. One I love deeply, the other an even deeper love. A love captivated, but forever enlightens. A love that captures, to forever make your soul free. My heart can write a thousand stories, but the ending will always be the same. My hero gets my heart, to go with an already surrendered soul. The moral of this part of the story? Love is not about the thrill, or even a rush; love is about a relentless pursuit!
From the moment my soul rises, to the moment my heart is at peace. My affection becomes the pursuit, of Your love. Stopping will never mean there’s a restart; the love is constant. Resting doesn’t mean too tired, of needing another moment… with You. The adventuring out, is the discovering… within. How to chase after, to pursue a love so relentless; but the pursuit is just the start. There has to be a heart to heart, not just curled up with the good book. Be captured by words that moves, but immersed within a loving embrace. You want to know where, my heart learned the relentless pursuit? It’s just an imitation, of my daddy’s love. As a child, His relentless whispers of love. Just like a leaf, His love is the wind. Chasing after my heart, dancing within my soul. My son, You’re It… the one my love is after. Up on His love, where I could always see my forever. Now it’s my love, in pursuit of His heart. The moral of this part of the story? Though the chase ended, thus the beginning; The Relentless Pursuit!
A virtuous woman, forever stands by those she loves. Cares for those she adores. Works tirelessly, to be the very essence of love. Gives every ounce of her love, every bit of her heart. Virtuous to know, how to seek the heart of God. To bless and honor her family, to endlessly watch and pray. Her love, steeped in virtue. No amount of battle scars, will ever change the beauty. Even within a storm, even after a flood; her heart still shines. For a woman knows her worth, and her virtue; a heart made of gold. For she is a woman, for she is virtuous. When the world needed virtue, God breathed into the world… a woman. When the breadth of a man, needed depth of love. God woke my heart to know, A Virtuous Woman!
Even though darkness looms, even though it may be her darkest moment. A Virtuous Woman, will never hesitate to let her love radiate; a light that emanates, from within. Her heart, a display of her character. Her soul, doesn’t just shine; it has a forever glow. The inner beauty, will always outshine the outer. Even if others can only see with their eyes, not their heart? They would have truly missed a moment, to be blessed… by her lo I’ve. For all the women, who feel lack; may you forever see your heart, as virtuous. When you think you’re not enough, may you always know. A virtuous woman is a rock, a true pillar of strength. I know this, for I too know a virtuous woman. The one, that shares my heart; her virtue, what I hold dear. Because a woman cares, because a woman has a heart that dares. She will forever be; A Virtuous Woman!
“Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good, and not evil all the days of her life.” Proverbs 31:10-12 KJV