The love I feel, could never be mistaken. The heart searched, the love tested. The soul proven, to be genuine. Though, the heart deeply flawed. Love covers, ten thousand imperfections. Love’s presence, fathoms depth, examines breadth. Up close and personal, the essence, takes your breath. Real love, the foremost in proving. In love, assurances are worthless. If love is bought, with promises. But the heart and soul, not sold out. If the validation, the authentication, the elation. Are not replicated daily, in undeniable truth, the worth becomes meaningless. Possessing, a heart of gold. Never allowing your heart, to become bankrupt. Giving what may be seen in the light, as a Counterfeit Love!
My heart, constantly repositioned, being forever changed. My way of thinking, started with my heart, in the right place. Love, can move a heart so. Every expression, can seem a bit dramatic, a bit over the top. I don’t need, my love to be in a perfect place. The desire, a heart in a forever place, you can sincerely call faithful. Obsessive, to be a heart forever true. Compulsive, show a love truly compelling. Disorder, don’t dis the order. You have to first, be faithful with a few things; so many, will be able to see, the shape of your heart. A name, tagged with a sticky one sided label. Will never allow, for the freedom of love’s true expression. Love, doesn’t have boxes, with a label placed over your heart. Thinking, your have a heart figured out. Limits how a moving love, can profoundly change… you. Desiring, an obsessively clean heart. May overwhelmingly, change a tainted perspective. A heart, focused on not being deterred. Will resist the urge, to not become the best version, of a faithful soul. You should never, compromise your heart. Lower your standards, just to fit in, to someone else’s vision. My heart won’t be pursued, to be moved by futile preferences. A permanent shift, has already taken place. Forever held, not a state of mind, but the state of the heart. Not with the uncontrollable desire, to fix what must be. Allowing your heart, to be constantly shifted. The love within, will be repositioned, enlightened, illuminated, undistracted. A heart in action, doesn’t need to be profoundly moved, for the love to be seen as true!
Every breath, cascading through the sands of time. Every heartbeat, moving within a graceful rhythm. Why grasp at straws, when love held dear, will always be. For the hands of time, can’t counter feeling, encountered with every moment. I hold on to endearing, breathe though my breath taken. My soul speaks, through love’s holistic tether. My heart sings, with breathless words. I grip reality, clench fist at heartache. Will carry the memories, they will never be a burden. I will cleave to love, and let the tears fall. They won’t break, my heart’s not made of glass. I cling to the cross, for life, beyond the moon and stars. Capturing, not about maintaining the memories, but the heart living, in the love retained. Kept, not the name’s sake, but what the love takes, you to a moment in time. From the cradle, to the grave, squeeze the love tight. With all your might, hold it forever. It will sustain, the love that remains, unchanged. Though, love bears the weight, profoundly know the breadth, even in death. The memories remaining, will stand the test of time, in life after breath. All at once, the realization; the smile, the laughter, the love, the embrace, just memories. A dove ascends, to the heavens, on the wings of our love. What remains, love living in the essence, in the shape of a heart!
Where has the year gone, a day that seems like yesterday. A little dove, with the heart of an angel, ascended to the heavens. A daughter, a sister, a friend, forever held in our memories, and in our hearts! In loving memory of my daughter, Justinea Angelina Richards. March 9, 1990, to March 2, 2021.
A Love Story! 
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