Pushing, pulling, back and forth within your mind, only to find within yourself, you’re chained to the same place. Pounding on a locked heart, won’t open up a closed mind. Trying to break chains, without love being the key. Keeps the soul tethered, to an indifferent space. A heart can never be, can never be free without love, being the rhyme and reason. Trying to compose yourself, without the ability to look deep within. Won’t let a heart know, love lyrically moves the soul. A heart in an unfinished place, becomes a mind with no peace. Knowing the sound of chains breaking, hearing the sound of the soul breathing, the beat within the heart changing, the true tone of love reverberating. Being free to breathe in, the air of freedom’s hue; knowing, life’s a breath. Trying to write a verse, without measured revelation. Leaves the soul wanting, the rhythm within your heart needing. Knowing, what’s done is gone, let’s the past be a look back, to see how far the heart has come. A poetic composition, a moving story, needs the heartfelt nuance, to be love’s harmonic vibe. The most endearing expression of love, not depending on style, but the lifestyle. A timeless love ballad, comprises a first, then a second, with a third verse. The intrinsic melody revealing, the deeply felt undertone, is love’s freedom verse!

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So many nights, lying alone in the dark. My heart, held within the stillness. So, breadth can be my constant, love my oxygen, faith my comfort, confidence my strength, purpose my reason, peace my hiding place. In the ocean, where would my heart be, if love wasn’t the anchor? In the wake, I’m able to breathe, but wait to exhale. My heart is full, yet my bed empty. I don’t fear unknown, but what if, covered by emptiness, I slip off into loneliness? Through the night, love holds me, keeping me from falling, off the edge. With love, it’s easier to be, awaken I see, love is my sunshine. Keeping my heart beating, my soul still needing; love’s divine meaning. I have everything, but something still missing; her love, next to me. If, love didn’t make my earth revolve, my heart could never be held, in love’s profound embrace. When, two truly become, oneness is, what holds you. The best of, in love with, never to test wit; substance affirmed. In the wake, I don’t need to be where you are. In living, in loving, realization becomes, emptiness just the figment. What is distance, when a distant melody, is love’s beautiful lullaby, swaying you in the empty nights. How, can a heart say there’s an emptiness, when in the depth of knowing love, your soul knows the fullness. There’s meaning in life, when love is the inspiration. Love is never missing, the bond never broken. Love is forever at home, sharing your heart, when it truly becomes, part of… you!

Wife update: July 3, marked seven weeks in the hospital. She was supposed to be discharged on July 25th, by God’s grace, and the amount of progress she’s made. The neurologist, and physiotherapist, has okayed to be discharged this Saturday, July 8th.

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