Still.

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Still, my heart wanting to be, my soul forever willing to become. When my soul’s perception looks at the nature of this moment, love still resembles its most beautiful portrayal. The vow still, my heart will, let every ounce of endearing love spill. Knowing, by you I will stand, still; love’s I do fulfill. Navigating my place, contemplating your space, love patiently keeping pace. Years have taught my heart this, love doesn’t shine more radiant every starry gaze. It’s more profoundly illuminating with every inward look, seeing that even in love’s momentary haze, its luminous aura still has the ability to shine so divine. Within the beautiful daylight, every beautiful moonlight, wee hours of the twilight; years later shining beautifully still. 

Love’s well holds so much, watered down love doesn’t serve to do much,  if not felt like a sublime touch. Love’s journey takes your soul far, every intuitive breadth beyond the stars. Love, through your eyes my heart is swept away, breathlessly into the depth of your soul. My gravity still this, blissful moments that take my heart’s every breath, held dearly beloved within love’s weightless kiss. Even when moments got real tough, the tides seemed overwhelmingly rough; still, wasn’t enough for my love to give up on us. Was never a fuss, give all my heart vowed; must, trust. We’re definitely worth it, our hearts absolutely worth it; this love endearingly worth it, still.

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Published by Warren Richards

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  6. Wonderfully written, Warren. True love endures through every season and storm, just as Christ’s love for us never fades but grows deeper with time. 🙏

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