Month: January 2025

Wednesday Proverb; bye and bye!

The bye and bye, giving yesteryear its kiss, and say goodbye. Within the new, from time to time the heart will cry, remembering the bye and bye, how love wiped away tears, giving the soul wings to fly. Every heart, has encountered the saddest days of life. But hearts profoundly flourish, when we stop living looking behind, at what was. Sometimes, life calls with a bit of bad news, I want to hold you back; but good news, this too shall pass. A heart knowing how to weather the cold, never whethers if love’s warmth it will behold. In a world, where so many hearts just survive, clinging to the bye and bye. Like honey, love thrives, within the crevices of its hive. The road ahead is long, but the journey makes one’s resolve strong. So, mountains won’t have its way, valleys don’t have any sway. Tell life’s sorrows, the missteps of the past bye-bye, adios, cheerio, sayonara, arrivederci. So long, farewell; adieu, to you and you and you. I hate to go, but my heart’s not willing to miss this pretty sight; my worth’s awakening. What we have, what makes the heart and soul sing, embraced forevermore, in the here and now!

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I’m.

I’m a simple man, with a complicated heart. My love is inquisitive, my soul intuitive, my heart perceptive. Will never speak my mind, unless my heart gives it permission, love being its mission. I’m. My love is glaring, my heart is caring, my soul is daring; a reflection. I’m a son, a brother, a husband, a father; I’m just a man. Predestined to serve, destined to preserve, true meaning of love. I’m. Don’t step to me, unless you’re willing to throw down. Throw down what harms, to embrace love’s charm, love with open arms. I’m. My heart is full, my days filled with love’s noble quest to be, and will only make room for Just, you. You who need encouragement, you with a broken heart. You looking for a heart willing to listen, to whatever’s on yours. I’m. There’s so much on my shoulders, but my spirit’s never crushed, a lot on my plate, but my hopes never shattered pieces. In love I put my trust, to bear the weight, there’s no time for hate. And, when night falls, and the dawn calls, love makes my heart befall, and I’m!

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The Quest! 

On the road called life, the search for one’s purpose, the trek to boldly go, where love has its sway. Time to time, in love’s journey we get lost, just trying to find ourselves. One moment, the hills seem so alive, with the sound of music. Then, in the blink of an eye, the music fades. The silence so deafening, it’s shattered dreams. But, Hope comes knocking at your soul, helping pick up the pieces of your heart. And, another quest to discover, rediscover more of life’s endearing moments, through the lens of love. Every day, for our heart life has a test, the request, do our very best. Within the moments, in every season rediscovering destiny’s reason. Love’s trajectory destined, swayed by resolve’s perception. The cusp of every breath’s beginning, relying on the heart’s breathless expedition, uncovering the nuances of love’s every breadth. Along the heart’s quest, love lights a candle, the soul guided by the wick of its hue. Navigating life, belief from deep within your chest, to reach the attainable crest. Unbearable, never to be mistaken same as unbelievable. Unbearable moments, can’t refute the heart’s unbelievable resilience. Life’s daily quest, to be all you can be, without being so much in haste, forgetting the journey gets us all there, with grace. Hearts persuaded, to chase after your dreams. Worth compelled to live, love, laugh, have your being. Not compromising your soul, trying to fit into someone else’s re-quest. The soul’s quest, to follow your heart, be led by love’s northern star, its quest near or far. The moon, the sun, the stars, revolving in love’s benevolence. During the quest, the inevitable wrestle with our heart and the bear, the sorrows that leave our soul at a loss. But yet, what seems hopeless, has a tendency to leave a heart speechless, with every fearless conquest. A heart with the courage, to fight not just for what’s right, but what in the wee hours, holds our soul tight. Every heartfelt encounter, the quest to be, seen fighting for what we love, the truth in what we believe. The Quest… ion is, do we live the journey, to its fullest?

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