This heart, moved by the rhythm. My soul, breathes within the depth. These eyes, have seen the nuance, in love’s intrinsic beauty. This pen, bleeds profusely, the love deeply inked, into the pages of my soul. My words, emboldened to tell the tale; this poetic love, etched forever on my heart. These arms, holds close to my heart, this; love’s divine splendor. These lips, whisper softly, so my heart can sing proudly, this song; my first love, you’re every breath I take. In the feeling, you’re not good enough, love comes to reason; this. In every season, breath seeps, time creeps, but love keeps. Every breath becoming, what love needs the heart to be. In the silence, love reveries, within the stillness, love breathes. In the arms of love, my soul resting. On the wings of this, my heart soars, within the bliss. Relying on this, what makes heart and soul, know the quintessential breadth, within love’s beautiful release!
To this ocean, love has brought my heart, anchor my soul. Where peace, becomes the stillness, where every breath is held, in the depth of love’s embrace. Ocean’s deep, where love can find my soul, living in the deep. Two hearts, breathing in one breath, fathoming the deepest recesses of love. A deep river woman, her love moves between the breadth, of my silent river. What love becomes, what the depth is meant to be. A place, where endless love, swims the here and now. The soul, drifting the seven seas, the heart lost, drowned within forevermore. True love, not about the heart beating, but the soul living, resuscitated again and again. Profound love, becomes a breathless journey; oceans deep. Many rivers crossed, the blissful calm, keeping the love from being washed away, by waves of emotions. Hearts in twined, swims the deep, the soul, living within the gravity; love swept away, by the breadth. Love is an ocean, that rescues the heart and soul, drowning within the silence!
My love, knows how to crack a joke, but, don’t get it twisted; I’m not here, to clown around. I’ve got a tale to tell, a love story to spell, that makes the heart swell. From the mountain top, my soul will yell; I’ve got a love, I can’t sell. To get yours, ring the bell. A profound love worth knowing, is a love worth fighting for. From time to time, my heart will give you a nice chuckle, to any love less than, don’t let your needs buckle. To make, the heart laugh out loud, love doesn’t have to be fancy. I’ve never made the mistake, calling my wife Nancy; Drew the line there. Expressions can be funny, but can your candid love, profoundly stir your honey? My heart, likes a good mystery. So, tell me this Sherlock, is your love sheer luck, or is the love within your heart, a riddled mystery, that needs to be solved? But, enough joking for a minute, here’s a serious question; is it duck season, or rabbit season? Shoot, I don’t consider myself funny man, but this I know. Humorous expressions, have a beautiful way, to engage hearts and minds, with a loving posture. Yeah, at times I can be silly, and I’m not even from Philly. I can’t claim, to be a Superman, or a Casanova. I don’t call my wife, honey, or babe. When she became, my biggest fan. The music in my soul, was my new edition, she’s my candy girl; her love, my sweet thang. She, doesn’t even need to blush, it’s my heart feels the rush; when her love smiles at me. So, riddle me this; if every time, her love surges through my heart, would that mean, her love is electric? I’m not a jokester, I’m a serious kat, you better believe that, I even wear the hat; rat-a-tat-tat. Like I said, I’m not here, to beat my own drum. I want, to make hearts smile, with love’s sincere affirmation. This is not, just a play with words. Romeo, oh Romeo; wherefore art thy love? Deny the world, but never deny the father, thy heart. Laughter is therapy, love an endearing muse, to enlighten the soul. When, the curtain closes, ask yourself this question; does your heart resonate, do you allow love to take center stage? Displaying the beauty, within love’s, humorous expressions, that never gets old!
Love, oh love, life is but a breath; why, I’m pressing into You, until You take, my last breath. Tomorrow is not promised, so today within love’s embrace. I lay down my heart, to feel the power of love, pressing into my heart and soul. In the pressing, in the trusting, in the searching, in the wading; the drowning, the finding. In love’s deepest ocean, the breadth of thy love, becoming the breath in my lungs, the love ballad I sing. “Love, fear is not my future, You are. Sickness is not my story, You are. Heartbreak is not my home, You are.” My faith will stand, my hope will dream, my love will seek, my heart will yearn; depth in my soul will become, thee. Fragmented is not my portion, You are. Long winded speech, won’t become my breath. Poetic words, will never move a soul, if love isn’t in it. Love, chases the butterflies, setting the heart free, to be. A beautiful display of grace, breathless within the wings of love. When, I’m standing in the fire, my soul will be consumed, in the flame of thy love. So, my heart can rise out of the ashes, not like a phoenix, but a graceful dove. Love, You amaze me, You redeem me, You changed me. You’re my strength, my refuge, my defender. My soul, will press into Your love, to have my breath held… forever!
“I admit, that I haven’t yet acquired the absolute fullness, that I’m pursuing, but I run with passion into His abundance, so that I may reach the purpose for which Christ Jesus laid hold of me, to make me His own. I don’t depend, on my own strength to accomplish this; however, I do have one compelling focus: I forget all of the past as I fasten my heart, to the future instead. I run straight for the divine invitation of reaching the heavenly goal, and gaining the victory-prize through the anointing of Jesus.” Philippians 3:12-14 TPT
A Love Story! 
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