From the day of my heart’s birth, my love story being shaped, the form of my forevermore. Naivety tries to tell  one’s heart, falling deep in love makes needs weak, but intuitively one’s depth of being learns; only a breathless soul fathoms the breadth of forevermore. Time after time, with the sheer strength of its will, love whispers to my soul’s stillness. Telling my every heartbeat, what rhythm it needs to catapult its belief, beyond the unknown. No other presence could ever move you by its essence, make one’s soul feel that way, heart’s every pulsation captured by its sway. Love’s kiss upon my soul, words lips could never convey. Whatever breath escapes, my soul exhales endlessly, faithfully until it breach forevermore. Love reaches, not just to meet my heart where it’s at, but stretches my mind, body, and soul beyond point of resistent, to my heart being what navigates the gravity of my love into transcendent spaces. Even, forever more!

WCR