A love that flows, a love that reaches the deepest parts of the soul. Love deeper than a river, the depth beyond that of an ocean. A love that overwhelms, washing out what’s just seen. Real love is a thirst quencher, that satisfies a soul feeling parched; in a dry and thirsty land. When love is deeply felt, it’s a soul capsized into the bliss. A heart wanting to drown, within the moment. Love flooding the soul, the heart, gasping; trying to know how to breathe… it all in. To be breathless, within every tidal wave of emotion. When a heart knows real love, what can ever take its place? The overflow becomes the heart wanting, to know a deeper submergence. A soul breathing, a heart no longer living just on the surface. To have a deeper understanding, a heart needs to know how to define; what’s the right (shore, sure)? Where do you stand, when does the love; become the Water, you just can’t live without? Real love, is about weathering the stormy moments. A heart knowing, whether deeply is truly a soul thirsty; to embrace every treasured moments?
True love pours out, whether or not the rain falls… from your eyes. Tears, don’t mean love is losing. But it could be a moment to be lost, in the love. Sometimes in love, even with the tears running. Can turn into an endless river flowing, the love becoming even deeper. Those are the moment, that defines on What, and Where you truly stand? Love, will always require a deeper dive. For the true depth, to be a deep Water experience. A stream, without an overflow. Can still produce overflowing Water, if you don’t stop pouring into it; the love that it won’t be able to contain. It’s easy, to stomp out on sour grapes. When the moment, seems so distasteful. Choosing to make the heart a vessel, and pouring out the sweetest love possible. Can help each heart taste, how sweet the love can truly be. The love turning back, into Water. When the moment is a cup, feeling a little dry; fill it up, with new wine. So many say cross the bridge, when they get there. Only for the focus to be the bridge, and not the gap therein. Water under the bridge, can never truly be seen. If the focus, is not two heart swept away… by the love. When you pour out your soul, may God’s love be the Water… within!