Month: April 2022

Love; the Texture!

The true, texture of a heart, reveals the essence within. The measure, spans the width, the length, the breadth. The depth known, when the crimson hue, release tears of joy. Love’s true texture, beyond the feeling, more than the appearance. In the consistency, the substance woven in. To display from within, what the surface can’t convey. A love that touches, but deeply felt, and gentle on the heart. Profound love, has that certain; Je ne sais quoi. The mind, can’t comprehend, but the heart, feels the ingrained fabric. A love, dipped in a divine quality, it’s tethered to forever. Every day, the characteristic unveiled. The awe, will take your breath, render your soul, utterly speechless. This kind of love, leaves the heart, lost for words. Deep love, paints a work of art. The created feeling, poetry through every emotion. A woman’s heart, a beauty that covers, with the gentlest texture of her love. Men, reveal the texture of your heart; warm, tender, sensitive. Don’t, just let your heart be seen, let it be known, showcasing your deepest love. So, it will be hearts lying, breathless in love’s embrace. When you lay your heart down, kiss love good night. So in the moonlight, love can rock your soul to sleep, and in the twilight, hold every breath tight. And in the morning, love passionately. So, love can whisper into your soul. Your heart, has the right texture!

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The Answer, is One!

Before, a heart can truly breathe, in love, there’s a test. Your hopes, your dreams, your faithfulness. Your outlook, shaped by every test. Every day, love is in session. To pass the test, you search your heart, there lies the answer. One plus one, positively will make it become, One… heartbeat. First, subtract the negativity, from within your heart. Then the answer, will surely be, One… love. Being one, in heart and mind, will undoubtedly result in the perspective being; enlightening. The testing of the heart, produces enlightenment. Nothing missing, faith heightened, your hopes strengthened, dreams destined. Frame of mind, being transformed. When, love is added once, but then carried twice. It will never become, an unwanted fraction. For, the love would have therefore be from, heart and soul. A mathematical equivalence, being a simplistic love, with a double portion. True love, doesn’t need to be a strategic calculation, it’s an expectance. The equation; plus nothing, minus nothing. No and’s, if’s, or but’s, or variations thereof.

Trigonometry, may not be love’s best subject. But, a heart can still extrapolate; the true length, height, depth, breadth of love. Profound love, not based in the subjective, but the objective. It’s predicated, on hypostasis being both relative, and substantive. In the formulation, love needs to take notes. If it’s not written, on the heart with a lasting impression. The love can therefore, slip the mind, or be miss placed. The root cause, for being double minded; the heart and soul, divided. Due, to love’s intrinsic value, therein lies the constant learning. The days, teaches you the facets, the years advances the understanding. Greater than, should never be love less than, but equal to. Love’s true formula, begins with adding, with no subtraction. Then, when you think it’s figured out? Multiple it, one hundred percent. Let me, sum it up. Love, not rocket science, it’s a matter for the heart. Formulated, wholeheartedly; it takes your breath, beyond the stars. Mathematics 101; The square root, of two hearts. The answer, is One… heartbeat, love forever!

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To Be, or Not to Be?

How can it Be, my heart protected, from the endless rain? When, my soul won’t stop pouring? We can’t, control what the future brings, change what the past has taken. Yet, what’s not today, can still Be… tomorrow. Questions, find answers. When the heart, is in the right place. The perspective, aligned with the breadth you take, and what, you allow the love within, to become? Love, will Be the only consistency. When love truly speaks, words of life, it will Be. And, when it resonates, a persuaded heart, profoundly will it become. Perpetual love, wielded outside of its peripheral sheath. Will surely penetrate, through and through. To be just, more than the rhetorical; to be, or not to be? Love, doesn’t thrust itself. In its endearing silhouette, true love unequivocal, it will Be… felt. Likened to a crimson hue, a moving expression, a humbling experience. Though chaos looms, never love unbecoming. Into the madness, it comes running. Not to save, but Be, affirming. Peace in the moment, hope for the future!

You, don’t have to be strong, in speech. Just have strength enough, so the love can become, everything it needed to be. To be, doesn’t mean with no mistakes. Just transformed, by what the heart will concede. The answer, to true love, precedes the question. Will you allow it, to be, or not be, in love forever. The breadth of love, catches the heart, when it’s falling. Holds your breath, until breathless becomes your soul. Speaking, through the innermost, from the start, you shall know the heart. Love, kept it mind, never realized; it not in-deed. An act once, needs to be an action seen, over and over. Love, not a play with words, but one’s heart, expressing its sincere characteristic. The opening up of the heart, should end as it began. A sincerely spoken soliloquy, of the love still… to be!

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