Month: April 2024

By Design; Love’s Colorful Display!

Justinea Angelina Richards

The beauty of her, a mosaic portrait of her love. Her strength, displayed within every breath she exhaled. Her worth, the jewel, reflecting her heart of hearts. The fragrance of her love, lingers within the breadth of her presence. Her heart, a divine work of art, a colorful display; texturized by the artistry of her soul. The essence of her being, forever will be; an angelic portrayal of… her!

His and Hers

Love, pure as a beautiful flower, lets its divine beauty be. It’s lavender fragrance, the nuances of its essence. A colorful display, of its deep crimson hue. A heart that ceases to grow, love stagnant in its growth. It doesn’t matter, how often love seems to bloom. Without a fertile environment, constant light, the heart being watered. The love is surely destined, to wither!

* Another one of my by design share. The first, a picture of my late daughter, which I made into a texturized portrait. The second, a fabric flower my wife made some years ago, for her sister’s 50th birthday party. The leaves and the center piece, about half a dozen of them were cut out by hand, glued and stitched together, long with a bunch of other things she made. It may look small, but it’s about 12-15 inches in diameter. I took a picture of it, and incorporated it into this design. Hope you enjoy it!

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Wednesday Proverb; in Service of.

In support of, does love’s endearing service render. Heartfelt in its offering, need not be substantial, to serve as monumental. Tenderly, love bares, and bears, in part and in kind. Till death do us part, vowed not only in wed, but in service of mankind, serves well to the end of time. Hold up thy oath, let forever do thy part. Let the heart and mind reconcile, embracing differences will never be, mind over matter, but what matters; being in service of, each other. There’s no shame, in the heart being vulnerable, knowing the possibility, love not reciprocated. To serve, or not to serve, the question for the heart to answer. Head to heart, in service more than words, more than a good idea. Lean on me, chant it the mouth will, but does the heart recite at will? Believing it, in living it, gives meaning it will. Shoring it up, underpinning it, bracing it with substance, reinforced with action. Acts of kindness, never random, if always in service of, compelled by love’s goodness. A helping hand, can do no good, without the heart, having a hand in it. The heart aids, if fear invades, with the unknown. Love in service of, takes care of, provides for, be in support of. Dipped in its essence, drips its fluidity; regardless of… An out of service love, could never be in position, an reassurance of, giving its comfort to. Love’s nourishment of, life in support of, in sustainment of living. Deep love, gives of itself, pays for what, money can’t buy. A heart, giving of its worth, gives of its wealth; for the health of. The swell, the well, telling of, in service of a divine love!

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The Voice of Love!

Intently, within stillness of soul, the voice of love speaks. Softly it whispers, gently it moves. Quietly, it waits for the heart to be ready, to embrace its gentle spirit. An open heart, listens for love’s distinct voice. Heard within the wind, felt in those still moments. The ones taking your breath to new heights, to become one with love’s eternal plane. Within its understanding, its nuances are known, its beauty elevated, the texture deeply felt. The richness of its tapestry, woven deep within its fabric. The voice of love, its truth makes the heart swell, the soul well. In its subtle grin, its obvious tell. How words not spoken, speaks to the essence of its renown. Love’s consistency, within waves, in what it sounds like, unequivocal its tone. An expression of its resonance, the ambiance of its profoundness. Its simplicity, displaying a portrayal of its existence, its benevolence, its quintessence. A heart full of grace, transcendence of what moves love, between time and space. Of its breadth, calmness within its depth. The voice of love, music to the heart, a melody for the soul. A song in the night, strumming the heartstrings. Love’s rhythmic sweet lullaby, it’s linguistic harmony, touching the deepest places. Its virtue provoked, heart and soul echoing; the voice of love!

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