Love’s Perception!

What heart, could resist being in awe, of love’s endearing wit? When you think, you have love figured out, it does the unthinkable, it changes your perception. Love will never be, not one-dimensional. Many facets, what love brings to the table, bring to the conversation. Bring to the door, when it knocks at your heart. Love, will never fit in a box, with a cute little bow. It can be wrapped up, but never tied down, to one perspective. Love, can never be marginalized, but can be personalized. A blurred perception, will never change love’s dedication. Love’s true perspective, gives the clearest representation. Love, doesn’t need psychic powers, to see a need. Heart to heart, how love sees with clarity. Love doesn’t highlight the flaws, but the beauty, within, love’s perfect imperfections. The perception never tainted, by an introverted lens. Crooked paths are made straight, winding roads a journey, through a positive outlook!

The perception is, love can’t survive, from the weight of expectation. The truth is, love thrives, regardless of a shortsighted perception. True love, is sometimes hard pressed, but won’t be crushed; sometimes perplexed, but won’t despair. If time stood still, the heart would learn, how to live in the moment, one day at a time. Love is an encounter, with the perception never being, just in time, out of time, buying time, killing time, wasting time, this time, but not next time. Never letting the story be, once upon a time. When the heart perceives, the soul concedes; love is the counterbalance, for what time allows. Love, isn’t always on time, but when it’s needed, true love will show up. You can’t hurry love, but a heart can count on real love, time after time. Love’s perception, has the ability to understand, become, act. Time, brings about change, love brings about healing. A heart, seeking after a belief, misses love’s quintessential essence. Knowing love’s beautiful exchange, not just the perception!

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Within the Deep!

This heart of mine resides, in a deep place. In the breadth, there’s an oasis, within a deep river. A lifetime will afford, forever will become, my soul searching the depth. To fathom, to become, to be, breathless. Within the deep, love deepens, my every breath. I don’t wait to exhale, I desire to go deeper, give love my every breath. Within the deep, my heart is swayed, my soul swept away, to the deepest place, my innermost. A love so deep, won’t drown, but enlighten. When, love is like a beautiful river, it immerses you, wholeheartedly. Love, what If? What if, I held it, forever? Would my heart gasp, when the breadth deepens? What if, a tidal wave of emotion, overwhelmed my lungs? Would my soul, be able to fathom, depth within a deep ocean, of love? What if, I gazed at love endlessly, would my soul catch a glimpse, of forevermore? Would my heart know truly, not even a scintilla of doubt could eclipse, what my soul knows; deep love is, forever. Love, whisper it to my heart. What if, I stopped holding my breath? Would my soul, ever know how to breathe again, without you? Deep places, deepens with time. Profound love, lives in moments, in love’s intrinsic beauty. The place, where love takes your soul. Within the depth of a river, deep love is found, residing within the heart… of a woman!

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Words Becoming, Love!

In the silence, love is like a deep river flowing, the breadth becomes. In the quietness, less becomes more. For in the stillness, love spoken moves profoundly. Limited words, will never limit love’s infinite ability to speak, when no words are needed. It’s not the words, coming out of the mouth, that makes love expressive. The quiet beauty, in love’s intrinsic nature. Eloquent words, may have standing, but love reflects meaning. Words can be frivolous, true love will never be meaningless. Meaningful love ensures, words never miss spoken. Words makes conversation, love creates the revelation. Words, wants to be understood, love needs to understand. Wants, never replaces the need. Words will edify, love will clarify. Words participates, love anticipates. Words will speak, love will listen. Words provoke thought, love inspires truth. Words validate, love elevates. Words, can become a moving soliloquy, but love solidifies the experience, to be truly unforgettable… words!

“May the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart be acceptable, and pleasing…” Psalms 19:14

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The Reflective Light!

The moon, pales in comparison, to a radiant light. The sun would surely be envious, if it knew a light, that can shine day and night. The stars would be in awe, if it caught a glimpse of a light, that can reflect endlessly. There’s a beautiful light, that lingers in the breadth. The untold artistry, paints a vivid reflection. A resilient portrait, nuanced by the light of the creator. Roses are red, violets are true, a reflection of. We all have it, at the very least know how, to show it. The guiding light, showing the path, the light within, what brightens the journey. What, is this illuminating light, the Love, within the heart. It doesn’t throw shade, won’t cast a disparaging light. A heart and soul, enlightened by the love within, emit a reflective light. Love’s true light, sends forth a glow, leaves the heart glowing. A light, with a dim reflection, a heart displaying, a love inhibited, by a bit of indifference. A reflective light, retreats into the afterglow, to illuminate the darkness. Brings clarity, when seen in its true light, shines for the world to see. A heart, with a transparent lantern, a soul beaming beautifully. A heart in a good place, could never be hidden, for it emanates, light. Light your candle, light up the world, with the love within, your Reflective Light!

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Here, Now!

Eagles soar to heights, birds dance with the sky, love chases butterflies. Wind blows, nature glows, beauty sways, breath takes, love gives. Time revolves, humanity evolves, today exist, tomorrow becomes; time, in a different space. Counterintuitively, the heart races, the imagination runs wild. The soul pondering, maybe, just maybe; time would stop for a minute, to catch a breath. Days are short, nights are long, life’s but a breath, through the sands of time. Love has breadth, a heart has depth. Truth is told, breath we hold, love is bold, lies are sold. Somewhere, between here and now; moments are found, true meaning revealed. Some things can, make no sense, but love makes amends; in the here, the now. Love is the song, echoing in the madness. Letting hearts know, hope is worth pursuing, dreams worth chasing. When, we allow our spirit to breathe, faith doesn’t get distracted. Faith, makes what may seem impossible, absolutely possible. The only way, to get to the other side of life, is to go through, what the heart needs to overcome. A life well lived, fulfilled with your gaze fixed, one day at a time. Love, resides in the chaos, it’s the calm, when your see is raging. When, love blows your mind, be still, to hear love whisper, in the stillness. Like the wind, let love have its way with your heart, and soul; here, now!

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My Point of View!

I don’t need, my heart to be in a comfortable place, for my love to be, transparent. Every day, there’s a look deep within. Not just to believe, but to know, love is a choice. Love has a light, that glows beyond, what eyes see. The splendor, the majestic beauty, what can compare? To a heart captured, by breadth, the soul captivated, by love’s breathtaking nature? In the stillness, within the quietness of being. Love, is like a gentle breeze, whispering into your soul. So, when you’re standing, at the edge of forever, love will be, the true point of reference. A heart in that place, will see forevermore. For time and space, will no longer exist, just the moment. Love, won’t let the soul fathom, what your heart is not willing to believe. The moon, the sun, the stars, can never eclipse, my pointed view. My heart, positioned to be, enlightened to see; my own vision of love. Not by a telescopic lens, but perceive with an elevated perspective. A heart in the presence of, your soul catching sight of. What it’s like to know, love’s radiant light. Dreams drifting off, to be daydreams. Love should never be, about the best vantage point, but having a bird’s-eye view. The heights your soul know, when love gives your heart wings, to span horizons. The promise will be this, never letting the moment miss, hearts basking in love’s heavenly bliss. No abstract, no obscured, no obstructed view will ever suffice. Letting the vision in my heart, not be realized, and true. Love’s perfect point of view, what lens my soul, with an undistracted devotion!

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Between the Breadth!

Slipping in and out, between the deepest breadth, my soul awakes. To find love, resting gently on my heart. Trying, to catch the breadth, my soul gasps. There’s nothing, a heart can do, when love takes your breath. In the tranquility, within the stillness. In the silence, in my sleep, love breathes in my heart. Words, are never needed, my soul can feel the subtle whisper. Love’s breathless presence, leaves my heart in awe, speechless. Before, my soul catches a glimpse, my heart drifts off again. Sweet dreams, are made of this, love singing to you, the sweetest lullaby. In between my every breath, love speaks softly, to my restlessness; be still, and know. With, my soul at ease, my heart sets sail, destined for another daydream. A soul at rest, encounters love’s deepest awakening. Between the breadth, breath is taken, breathing becomes, enlightened. What’s, a soul to do, when at night you awaken; to once again find love, resting quietly, on your heart?

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Becoming Unshakable!

Crawl, walk, run, how the heart becomes unstoppable. Even, if you stumble, if you happen to fall, be unshakable. If you need to crawl, do it with might, if it encourages you to stand up. Until, your faith can walk, in freedom. The strength to run, found in the pursuit of your destiny. Becoming, a heart never too old, to take baby steps. Momentum, will never exist, until allowed to become. Fear is not your future, love is. The steps we take, about progressing. Even if, along the way you become winded, take a deep breath. Let your heart race, so your soul can become, enlightened. Life is not a sprint, it’s a marathon, with hurdles. On the wings of love, how a soul soars, to new heights, to know the breadth. Harsh winters, gives way to a new spring, in your step. And if, your heart is tripping, over someone else’s opinion? Note it, as a stumble, that won’t eclipse your trajectory. If, you don’t believe it, your heart won’t fall for it; their negativity. A heart is deceived, by words received. Their belief, will only become feelings, if taken to heart. As a mind thinketh, a heart becomes. Dust off your soul, lace up your heart, gird your worth, and love the place you’re at. It’s another opportunity, to take baby steps. This too shall pass, crawl, walk, run; you’re becoming. Tears, don’t mean you’re losing. When the rain drops, bottle the emotions, and let it become, your refreshing spring of water, hydrating your revelation. Every season, comes with change; the beautiful exchange. Your heart and soul becoming, unshakable!

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I Need You!

I need You, like I need water, like I need substance, to be. I don’t want to be, I need to feel alive. Fire needs oxygen, to burn. I need you, to move my heart, be my every breath. I need you, to capture my lungs, become my spoken word. I need you, to be the rush, the wind beneath my wings, be the breadth within my soul. I need you, to help me breathe, within the raging sea. I need you, to blow my mind, when you do it again; become my everything. Still my heart, let my soul be in awe. Knowing, without you, my breath would never be. My breadth, becomes the presence of. I need you, oh, how I need you. With every rise and fall, my heart is full. You are the Air, I breathe!

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Becoming!

Becoming, the displayed reflection. What’s sometimes seen, may not always tell the story. Even, if the picture, is worth a thousand words. Love, with a thousand reflections, won’t convey the true essence. A one sided reflection, a mirror of glass, with an imagery, never reflecting the vulnerability. A flawed portrayal, doesn’t mean, not still a masterpiece, created to reflect. Broken, doesn’t mean a mirror can’t create, a true reflection. Seeing, can sometimes be deceiving, if believing, isn’t in the perceiving. Reflections within a mirror, formation of the outward. Not a revelation of truth, what you’re becoming. The surface reveals, light is reflective. Objects in a mirror, closer than they appear, but not apparent, if the blind spot is marginalized. Water reflects, tears mirror, the heart feels. Becoming, not about mirroring, but reflecting. Perspective, through the lens of love. A beautiful reflection of, becoming, an endearing display of, love’s tapestry!

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