Feeling the warmth, captivated by its beautiful hue, moved by the breadth of its subtlety, the soul swayed. Summer’s heat, oh what a feat, a fatigued heart, laid gently within its capture. Contemplation, giving in to the rhythmic nature of its sway. Deep within its lullaby, a mind struck by the futile pursuit of its resistance. Gazed thoughts, slipping in and out of dazed places, between spaces of time. Slumber’s sweet essence, the soul’s sublime fate, awakened by its presence, prevailing day’s resilience. Unbeknownst to the eyes, the soul swayed, the heart persuaded, mind’s objection overruled. The gentle breeze, having its way, heart and soul seized, by the relentless sway. Why write, why fight, a weary spirit can’t take flight, nether enlightened by love’s revealed insight. Drowsed in the heat of the moment, swayed by the countless encounters. In its rapture, love’s breathless sure. A rejuvenated mind, body, and soul; renewed by its consequential sway!
Life, portraits of its colorful moments, paints the soul with its vibrant hue. Love, portrayal of its essence, captures the heart with its breadth, the flowery colors of love. Rooted beliefs, a heart grounded, a mind not dug in. Allows the soul to naturally blossom, nature taking its course, for growth to be. Natural beauty, a nurtured picture of love’s benevolence, captivating heart and mind, with its flowered hues!
Today, I’m sharing a collage of pictures taken on my phone over the last few years, and have textured them to be a bit more picturesque! Blessings to everyone!
Heart check, one, two, is the mic on, is my heart and soul in tune? There’s so much to say, will everyone grasp, resonate with the words echoing throughout my soul? Will it just be, words lost in translation? Words echo ABC’s, but how can they know, how days are truly numbered? My heart, knows it well, tomorrow’s never promised; my daughter, her breath lasted only three decades, now rests in peace. And my words, at a loss. But, these words are not about that, so let me tip my hat, and salute the One. Love, gives one’s heart the faith to believe, that words permeating in one’s soul are never lost, just often miss placed. Some words are in haste, leaving a bad taste. Why at every dawn, my soul yawns, my love to never pawn. Every day, open up your heart, to let the sunshine in, and the soul sing. That’s how, love never becomes about me, me, me; a closed off soul, reciting the words la, la, la. Ah, affectionate words are found, within the compassionate breadth of love’s elevated persona. Trying to make its point, enabling the heart to get to the point. Love, has been known to steal one’s heart, take one’s breath, but never leaves you lost for words!
The words I write, expressions of my heart, hundred and forty characters can’t always convey. Words long winded, never purposely to offend, but always meet its intent. Very early, my heart learned the art of reading between the lines. Going beyond mere words, to get a deeper understanding one’s heart, what words alone won’t express. Love in one’s heart and soul, shines brighter than expected, under a transparent lampshade. When love searches the heart, words don’t evade, it bares one’s soul, making the words whole. Even in its silence, it speaks volumes. Oh, if only my lips, could articulate the words, embedded deep within my silent river. Fathomed within the depth of my soul, love has awakened my words, giving my heart its story to tell. My words, will never get lost, finding its way from head to heart. My heart is the pen, love the crimson ink, giving my words substance. For love vows, syllables vowels, of A.E.I.O.U, and sometimes Y… do hearts think it’s a probability; love’s story could ever become, a heart lost for words?
Love by any other name, would it still be as sweet, if not laid bare at one’s heart, emanating the angelic scent of love’s crimson hue? Petals of its essence, remnants of its presence, fragrance of its beautiful exchange. Deep love, a breathtaking flower, blossoming forevermore, love’s endless charm, received with open arms. Roses are red, violets true, but love makes it bloom. Love gives room, love doesn’t presume, its evidence takes form. Its seeds planted, its roots grounded, stems of its innermost. Rivers flow, lives glow, fertile love grows, its purity shows, emblem of its grace. Rosy cheeks, breathless peeks, intimate love speaks. The breadth of love’s perspective, revealing one’s nature. Heart and soul flourishing, profoundly smelling like a rose. This rose, heartfelt willingness to accept, love’s calming verse, evidenced by its ornate balm!
In every aspect of nature’s breadth, its essence, harmonics of its song. The melody rings, its harmony sings, joy it brings. In every dawn, the heart fawns, breath calms. Soul swayed, lyrically played, moved by nature’s divine presence. Birds sing, bees hum, heartstrings strum, to the breathless beauty of nature’s sum. Come one, come all, answer the call, in love to fall. Seasons change, reason remains, nature stakes its claim. The ambience, the texture, growth a perspective of time. Days we name, pictures we frame, fear we tame. Its colorful complexities, the capture of love’s beautiful necessities, giving its wonderful opportunities. To do, to be, live in harmony. Heart and soul’s rhythmical expression, emboldened by love’s eclectic muse, the symphonic sound of its allure. Nature’s charm, time’s subtle arm, love that does no harm. Summer’s steeze, autumn’s breeze, winter’s freeze, baring springtime’s squeeze. Indifference, love not enamored, with all that jazz, heart not blinded, by meaningless razzmatazz. Instead, the soul moved by the simplicity of love’s poetic symphony. How it flows, how it shows, it glows, how it grows. Momentary blues, giving way to blissful hues, life’s treasured clues. What nature creates, heart contemplates, what the mind can’t debate, love conquers hate. Heartfelt impressions, every soul’s confession, giving credence to its inevitability. Time and space, serves to precipitate humanity and nature’s destiny; in harmonious progression!
In life, every soul sets sail, prepared to be the captain of their destiny, but sometimes it’s swayed, by how the wind blows. The turbulent seas, unforeseen waves. The heart, gustily navigating life’s counterintuitive sees. Another hiccup, wanting to rock you to your core, making you swear, you can’t take any more. The smooth sailing moment, your soul now taking in water. Your heart, not sure if your faith, would be able to walk on water? In the midst of the storm, courage whispers into your soul; anchor your hope, ride out the storm, into the distant sure. New horizons, awaits adventurous spirits, beyond oceanic blues. No journey, is ever without its hiccups, they’re a part of life. In an instant, suddenly; the tide can change, even if it seems ten foot waves. Fear, beats against your hopes, looking to capsize your dreams, but, hope is never lost. Whenever hiccups come, don’t hold your breath, it shall pass. Hiccups, just a momentary spasm, don’t make it a monumental chasm. How, we get through every hiccup, determines by your resolve. When, life interjects the gripes, don’t cry the proverbial blues. The best remedy, sip a little bit, of love’s refreshing gripe water, and let your soul be!
In the meadows, the encounter, the story of time’s resilience. The days, the years, the moments, the growth; love transcending time, total eclipse of the heart. Love’s moving journey, no soul evading its capture, its captivating tug on heartstrings. Lives cross, hearts intertwine, time vowing to be true. His soul travels, her heart waits, becoming time’s intuitive revelation. Time travels, hope floats, deep love stands test of time. Love, doesn’t kill time, it illuminates the mind. Make memories, embrace the moments, celebrating each other, time vanishing before eyes. Life makes the heart learn, love makes the soul yearn, time makes you discover, love doesn’t fear unknown. Time was, time is, love traverses the breadth, of time and space. In time’s fate, the heart dates, the soul mates, mind relates. The complexities of time, overcome by the power of love. The mind wanders, the heart searches, time enlightens reality. Love persuades, gives meaning to a traveling soul!
* This post, a take on a movie I’ve watched a few times, and again this weekend. It’s a love story, based off a book, with the same title, made into a movie in 2009. It’s a story, about love’s resilience, a man who keeps vanishing, in and out of time, and a woman who falls in love with him, and later marries him, but he still keeps traveling. There’s no violence, no guns, no swearing, a movie differently worth watching, the end just might have you in tears!
Is it the star’s light, or the gaze of my heart, that deepens the passion of love’s beautiful hue? Is it the moon’s beam, or the light within my soul, that makes nights not seem dark? Is it the breadth of the galaxy’s nexus, or the gasp of my breath’s essence, that makes deep love so intentional? Is it the majestic beauty of heaven’s existence, or the nucleus within my nature, that reveals the vastness of love’s breathless allure? Is starry sky’s reflection of a wonder, or life’s grandiose expectation, that gives my eyes something epic for my heart to ponder? Does darkness truly hover constantly, or does my light illuminate so, even darkened moments seem so enlightened? Is it what my heart sees, or what my love knows, that forever gives my soul the perspective, a boundless glimpse into love’s enduring clarity?
Have anyone ever said, your heart is showing? Did someone say recently, your love shows, I see your heart? Can everyone truly say, you display unwavering compassion, and it’s refreshing? Don’t, let your love be a production, just a show. A dramatic play of words, but yet a thoughtless soliloquy; an act one, scene two, but having no character. Endearing love, a show of strength, of affection, of support, of gratitude. Appreciation for, not seeming like a meaningless exercise. But, showcasing the heart and soul, showing the true beauty of its color, deep crimson hue. Love, doesn’t need to put on a show, to be deemed visibly authentic. If it hides itself in plain sight, there will never be a display, of its wonder. Provoking one’s intellect to ponder, does it demonstrate as genuine? Deep love shows, is shown, is showing; the unveiled breadth of its manifestation. Vulnerability is real, the struggle isn’t what it prevents, but what it won’t allow to be seen. A heart hidden, is not concealed by flesh, but cloaked in one’s fear of the unknown. Will your heart be trampled on, will your love be abused, will your trust be broken; what if, what if, what if? Every day, heart gives love the courage, to rise from the ashes. Faith’s substance, gives hope the freedom. To act, let the heart be vulnerable, for love’s sake. Love never needs to show off, but will always show up, and shows through. In times such as these, the show, must go on, be that proverbial heart, on display!
Love is daring, for it dares to care, even in the most difficult times. So, many hearts give up the fight, give in to flight. Not willing, to let their heart be vulnerable, letting love bare their soul, it’s fearlessness. Love, doesn’t require nerves of steel, an armor to protect its exposed heart of flesh, it wields its compassion valiantly. It’s embolden to be, not admired for its act, but through its benevolent lets its gallantry speak. Life’s battles are won, when indifference is overcome, by the prevailing power of love. Some, put on a brave face, it’s with a brave heart, a conquering spirit is forged. Its determination, wins the day, love’s strength never yielding, to any abstract fear. Love, doesn’t need a fancy repertoire, to be reputable within its own right. Stature, doesn’t make one’s love courageous. Might of its courage, dependent on nothing else, but the strength of its character. With its breadth, its depth discovered, the secrets of its innermost. Love, doesn’t demand of you respect, just offers to you its faithfulness, leaving you to ponder its thoughtfulness. Its boldness, its grit, its fortitude; the essence of its Gallantry!
A Love Story! 
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