Wednesday Proverb; Spilled Love!

My heart is full, my soul can’t keep it contained, my cup overflows. When I open up my heart, whenever I tip my hat, love spills from the depth of my soul. When, my forever said I do, love spilled from within deep affection. When my heart, grieved the loss of a child, love made the tears spill, watering the ground where her love lays. As a child, my grandma instilled endearing love in my consciousness; if ever someone rejects your love, don’t let my heart, cry over spilled milk. Que sera, sera; whatever will be, will be. Don’t catch yourself, grasping after careless whispers. Real love speaks boldly, with colorful expressions. Whenever my words spill, the welled up love within, escapes my deepest place. Splashes of love’s hue, the ink tells the story, where the love comes from? Meaningless, love should never fall hollow, words should never be empty. My soul, has been within love’s ocean, and it makes my heart full. Spilling the content of your love, how the texture is made known. Whenever love leans in, with every tilt of your soul, love’s essence leaks from within. Overflow, for the love to pour endlessly, heart and soul has to be willing, to let it intentionally spill. A heart, should never cry over spilled love. That’s how, our humanity is beautified. Poetically, lyrically, rhythmically, deeply, breathlessly; love seeping through crevices of your soul!

WCR