The Story!

Your heart, is The Story; Your love, a song. This Story, about what’s in your heart. The love, that can calm fears; the breadth like a sweet lullaby. My soul, can curl up next to your heart. But, before it rocks me to sleep. You, always know how to read my heart. Loving you tell my soul, the night will be alright. Your heart, will be there at the dawn. You’re amazing, that’s; the best part of The Story. Every day, it Story Time. The T to the H to the E… asy does it heart; “The Story, it’s not about U!” This Story, about The Word; that will shape the heart, and the mind. It all, starts with one word; “LOVE!” But, for every Story to truly resonate? It starts with the conText. So, let me take you back to the beginning; introduce you to my heart!

The Story, began with my heart learning to crawl. Then walk, with confidence. A soul ready, to run into the embrace, the loving arms of love. No words, a heart not yet have words. Baby steps, what steadied the heart; to understand the true breadth of life. Love, becomes a language. At the point, when your soul has a Story; that only your heart can express. Love, hovers in the air. The soul, teaches the heart how to speak. How to extract, the words lingering beneath the depth. Even when, the heart seems at a loss for words. Don’t get me wrong, every heart has a Story. But not every Story, has an happy ending. For any heart, learning how to deeply love. The Story, will always start with a struggle; convincing both heart and soul. To get, for the love to be… forever!

Sometimes, the Story reads like, your heart can definitely relate. Only, to later find out. The end, didn’t turn out, the same way the love began. A true love Story, not just about how it started. But, that the heart will stay engaged. Until the love, has exhaled; the soul taking its last breath. With, any good Love Story; for there to be true understanding. The heart, needs to be wide open. So, the true meaning can be captured, with depth of soul. For the heart to live, air is breathed. But, for the soul to thrive… in love. Breathless, needs to be part of the unforgettable Story. The never ending love, that became; your never ending Story. So, hearts get ready; it’s Story Time. Let the love, in you be seen, heard, read. As a truly believable, Love Story!

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An Oasis!

Every day, let your heart cast off. Let your soul set sail, your heart sail away. When the day, feels like an ocean blue. Let your traveling soul, find solace in an Oasis. A mind being blown, the fresh wind graciously giving, a breathless calm. A heart, taken by each wave of love. The increasing, the never fleeting; with every breathtaking encounter. The lilly in the valley, giving the heart words, that gently frolics through the two-lips. Beneath the surface, the water bubbles; taking away what troubles. A deep river, overflowing into an ocean. Stream of love, seeping into every crevice. Producing, a lovely spring in the heart. A soul, finding that peaceful state. A heart knowing, there will always be a refuge, in every horizon. Where, the love is lush; fertile to told, ever growing for the heart to take hold. Heaps of love, lavished on the soul; to keep the fire blazing. Out of the belly, a deep river flows, with poetic eMotion. Love, in the crevices of the moon. Nestled, in the breadth of the crimson. Clustered, breathtakingly in each star-light. Living, in the depth. An ocean is found, a stream is felt, my silent river is heard. My faith, my hopes, my dreams, my forever, in my Oasis!

The blessed assurance, in the face of every adversity. A heart resting, against the breadth of God’s love, will find peace. For when, the struggle becomes real. Every battle, seeming the most fiercest. The foe, and the fight one in the same. The battlefield becomes the mind, giving the heart and soul the place, to wrestle with the day. But, how heartfelt is it to know. Life, is not knowing how breathe. Just, know to live… with hope. One hundred billion breaths, will be just a test. If, every whisper of love; will take you by the heart? Draw you closer, to His heart, and lost within the breadth? Living water, all my life, you’ve been so faithful. How, can a soul truly find peace? How, does a heart get through the rain, without You? For, there’s no greater bliss; than truly knowing this. In times of refreshing, an Oasis, can surely be found. What seems a rival, or that persistent nemesis. Just know, every downfall, can turn into an uprising. Your soul, rising up. In the face of lack, in the face of weakness, the face of negativity. When, the night blinds the way. A shining light, will enlighten the heart; which path to take. To let your soul find rest, in the Oasis!

Love, you are my shepherd. You make my soul, lie down in greenest pastures. Beside the still waters, to be a restful soul. Down, the path of righteousness, forever will be in your heart. Yea, though I walk through valley’s. Shadows, will never give the heart cause to fear. For You, are with me. A rod, to help vanquish the doubts. The staff, to give the heart something to lean on. You prepare a table, in your presence; my cup runs over. Surely, goodness and mercy, follow me. All the days, and all my life. You have dwelt with me, an Oasis; for the heart, and soul!

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You Are!

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!

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Decipher!

How, can love ever be understood; when it’s like cracking a code. Love, not meant to be coded, but written in plain sight. It, should stop at nothing; getting to the bottom, of the heart. Find the true key, to what works. It’s not, meant to be converted; into what’s perverted. Show, all the possibilities. A heart wide open, to what become the wonder. True love, meant to be discerned. So, the love can be perceived, endless. Real love, will never need an interpreter. When it doesn’t get lost, in the translation. An action word, forever on the tip of your heart. To be, or not to be; will never be in question. Love, should be gentle to the soul; easy on the heart. Love, shouldn’t be a decryption task; just a heart unmasked. Yes, love might break the heart. But was never meant, to shatter your confidence, in finding true love. Deciphered, forever devoted, never undisputed. Riddle me this. Be quick, this; don’t let your heart miss. If roses are red, and violets are blue? Does, your heart blush red; whenever love, brushes up against your soul? Or, does your heart turn blue? Because you, can only decipher the color of love; through, a tainted rose colored lens?

A soul, will never find the truest answer, to what needs to be solved? If the heart, always questioning the resolve… within. Comprehend, should never be confused, with Compromise. You may not, know the love language. But in your heart, it should be settled within. Forever in love, will be the reason, through every season. How, can light shed a problem? If the heart, rather live in the shade? Love, can’t exist in the gray areas. Love’s a color, crimson the deepest. There’s no fathom, without depth. There’s no see, without finding an ocean. A heart, needs clarity. To help the soul, extrapolate the true sense… within love. Love, should never be predicated. On the What, but the Who? Not what, the other heart can do for you? But who, you need to become? So, the love can always be on display. In love, sometimes; we don’t always grasp, the true reality. Though, we wrestle with the understanding, therein lies the meaning. When, the heart finds the truth; the soul, will untangle the worth. The soul, can’t truly sort out; in love, or not in love. Until the heart’s first willing, to be forever sold out. Give love, every breath. Embedded, in the truth; profoundly, love becomes the proof. Facial expressions, will never be able to Decipher. What’s in, a heart’s true confession!

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Living Hope!

Underground, where life begins. In the quiet, within the stillness, through the depth. In a fertile ground, let the roots go deep. Let the water swell, your soul be well. Let the love, grow deeper. Giving the heart, an undeniable tell. The greatest love, rescue story ever read; written on the heart. That’s continually moving, forever shifting; deeply through the soul. A heart being captured, in the taking of the deepest breadth. The living hope, at the center of being. Deeply rooted, with not even a hair off. A soul anchored, nestled deep in the crevices… of love. This I know, the love is felt. It moves the heart, stirs the soul. Deep in the river, in the breadth, calmness found. Like an ocean, the love becomes a flood; the heart never wants to end. Morning, by morning; the soul rises, with the tide. For at the end, the soul will be found in… the depth, living breathlessly. This, my heart knows for sure. Living in the goodness, the well running over. In the presence, the soul will dwell. A heart, expose by the truth. Whispers of love, will forever be. Close to your heart, hovering over your soul. A heart and soul, dipped in a crimson. The love, The Living Hope!

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope, through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,” 1 Peter‬ ‭1:3‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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