Pressed up Against!

Love’s breadth, its essence presses against my heart, gives my soul oxygen to exhale. Whenever, I substitute it with my own breath, it becomes just a-gasp. Deep love not letting the very air I breathe, be in essence another ordinary breathtaking moment, its quintessence not being of its ornate breadth permeating within. When life intervenes love takes my breath, puts my heart in its place. So the vantage point can be the perspective from whence love sustains, and life my heart has strength to restrain. You see, love has me by the heart, takes my soul’s breath to precipitous heights. Love’s actions of a heartfelt soliloquy, acting out with no desire for dramatic effect, just act wholehearted elect. Through an optical lens love lends itself to be, a heart lensed with focus being love’s most optimal perception. Of my heart would never suffice, if my soul not pressed to understand love’s true gravity, exhaled through depth of one’s enlightenment. Moonlight, star bright, love hold my breath within thy endearing might. Make my gaze thy sunlight, my soul never slip through thy enduring spotlight. My soul taking flight, giving my heart better sight. Love having its way, every enlightened breadth swaddled in its sway. Love’s gentle nudge pushing against life’s overbearingness, its faithfulness not willing to budge. No space in between, love pressed up against a heart’s most impressionable place, with breathless haste!

WCR