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!