Consistently, how a trust fund is built. Diversified, how cohesive trust becomes a versatile asset. Investing, how time yields the most valuable bond. Uniformity, how love becomes a harmonious commodity. Love’s specificity, how true meaning builds up trust, in a mutual understanding. Accuracy, in heartfelt expressions, how verbal cues and the unspoken. Allow the fundamentals, to not be replaced, with subjectives. Evenness of heart, stability within the love, makes unity in part, instilled confidence in trust. Words, are held in perpetuation, until the heart has demonstrated, love in its redeeming deduction. Trust is the equilibrium, that lets love become the asset. Trust, endowed with a balanced sense of belonging, the love steadily built upon. The level of achievement, the maturity of the love. Time invested, doesn’t always need to be performance driven. But the trust, should never be neglected, or the love lacking trustworthiness. Trust, not meant to be withdrawn, meant to be love inherent. Love, established as a reliable trustee? Heart and soul become, the enriched benefactor. Build it up, the trust; let the love grow indefinitely. A diversified portfolio, with profound love, trust, and understanding; an undeniably built up, trust fund!

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Purposeful, profound love acts with intentionality. Literally, actions and speech together, tethered becomes love’s undeniable truth. Love doesn’t act, to gain attention, love reacts, to give actual affection. Love does expectedly, what should be done intentionally. The truth revealed, wholeheartedly. Love with an affect, should never have an effect, on the perception. Real love, won’t leave the heart guessing; believe it or not. As love happens, it should happen to be, love actually. Love shouldn’t seem strange, or not what it seems, it should seem genuine. Contradictory love, not love actually. Love in its assertion, the truth never contrary, in what’s to be expected. Love isn’t, actually, if truth in it isn’t, actual. In reality, love is a matter of fact, when received, it’s a matter of the heart. In actuality, love isn’t anything, unless it’s everything; in-deed, in its truth be told. Love actually, is heartfelt, the truthfulness emphasized, never feeling implied!

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Some say, love is a treasure, but love says, it’s the greatest gift. They say, love flows like a river, but love says, it’s the deepest ocean. Some say, love shines a bright light, but love says. Light is love’s glow, reflecting its existence, for all to see. They say, love conquers all, but love says. I’m what give hearts the ability, overcome its fear. Some say, love changes the heart, but love says, it changes everything. They say, actions speak louder than words, but love says. I am the word, that gives actions, its voice. Some say, love is a mystery, but love says. It’s the only thing, that will truly reveal itself. They say, love can break your heart, but love says, it breaks every chain… ed up heart. Some say, love makes it hard to see clearly, but love says. It’s what frees the heart, to see beyond the superficial. They say, love takes no less, than everything, but love says. If less than everything, then is it, truly love? Some say, love feels your pain, but love says, feelings are irrelevant. Faithfulness gives love texture, pain provides the context. They say, love is bliss, but love says, this don’t miss. The road to bliss, paved with enduring love. When the light flickers, our humanity seeming to have disappeared. Light a candle, one thing still remains. The beauty, in a truth that can never be extinguished, love is… forever!

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In the garden, where it all starts, life. Here in the garden, I have it all, love given, breath taken. Here in my garden, love is planted, in my soul deeply rooted. Here in the garden, something good, something kind. Gives peace of mind, what hope brings about. Here in the garden, fresh herbs, soothe the restless soul. In love’s garden, fresh flowers, enhances love’s intrinsic nature. Love, touching depth of soul, your soil becomes enriched, and moist; moisture falling from the eyes. Here in the garden, love gives the best version of, heart and soul; blood, sweat, and tears. If the rose does prick, does the heart not bleed? If joy does tickle the bone, does the soul not laugh out loud? If a flower does blossom, does love not flourish. In the garden, true love is like a kiss from a rose; planted on the heart, love’s rose colored two-lips. In sunshine or in shade, love needs water and light, to thrive. Every day, love awakens my soul, my garden, needs my attention. Faithfulness, with all its tenderness, keeps love vibrant. Here in my garden, the harvest is plentiful. My heart, reaps the love it sows. From seeds planted, love is thriving; here in, my love garden!

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My heart, needs to know, do I let you down, sometimes? Does my soul, make you smile, do my words meet your approval, sometimes? I make so many mistakes, trying to prove, you give me worth. My heart has many issues, and oh, how I wish they would melt, fade away like snowflakes, sometimes. Tell me this, can I be myself, for you? Can I express who I am, on the inside? Can I leave my heart exposed, and not worry about it being ravaged, by an indifferent worldview? Saying something, giving everything; not afraid my words, and heart would wrestle, to see which would triumph? Would it make you proud, if my heart was the victor, sometimes? If my soul was always willing, to let my heart be vulnerable, all the time? Without a residue of doubt, leaving a tasteless display. Would that say my love is real, sometimes? Let my heart know, if my words are selfish, motivated by my own self interest. Thinking, it’s all about me, not what you’ve made my heart become? To you, I don’t have to prove anything. You take me as I am, made me better than I was. You have made me, into what others see, today. So, why do I feel, I’m still letting you down, sometimes. When, you’ve accepted I’m just a man, still trying to be. Why do I care, what you think? Do I dare, how would my soul fare, if you, were to ever let go of my heart? Truth, knowing something in how you love, is still missing, but still choosing to be, love anyways; and not just, sometimes. Love, oh Love, to you I don’t have to prove anything; actions speak for itself. When love is the story, words won’t get the credit. Would it make you proud, if I relinquished the key, and give everyone, a gate pass to my heart? Sometimes, my words don’t match my heart’s posture. You’ve given me a higher calling, that bares my soul. Love, help my words be true, to me. Then my heart will truly be, a reflection of Love, Always!

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Breathing, breathing is easier, because your love is near. Living, living is in the moments, your love leans in. Maybe, maybe no one can see my heart beating, but that’s because, because they just don’t understand, I’m still waiting, waiting to exhale. Quietly, quietly your love takes every breath, and profoundly my soul is lost, lost for words. Blind, blindness could never stop my soul from knowing. Love, not just about feeling(s), but letting love get close enough to your heart, to touch your soul. Always, always knows forever, is not the same thing. Promises, promises say you will always, but true love, will forever be. Time, time teaches you that it’s the little things, that needs to be said, and done. To keep sweetest love, from becoming bitter, marginalized. Give, give me moments, give me words, love give me opportunities. So, my soul can truly express, your love is satisfying. In, in love, keeps you in the presence of, now, and forever. Against, against all odds, your love stays, resting. How, how can I let it get away; let the love leave, without a trace? When, when I know I can’t take a breath, without you. Breathing, breathing is so much easier, because your love is always, on my heart!

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Speechless, love in action, needs no words. When love leans in, actions speak louder, than words. Go figure, love in action, never lets you have to figure out, action says it all. Words in quotation, needs action to become, a true expression. Action does, what words can only convey. Actions, are never wordless, should never be less than, what real love will express. The heart listens, love interacts, action speaks. Like a beautiful flower, swaying in love’s gentle warmth. When actions speak, words sway, but by design; love’s intent is known. A call to action, love keeping heart and mind, accountable by its actions. Deep love, deepens with time. Profound love, lives in moments. Kindness in action, displays love’s intrinsic nature. When actions speak, love springs into motion. Silence, will never be deafening, love speaks to the heart. Words penned, inaction discovers. The heart turns the page, love writes a new verse. With love’s deeper meaning, actions speak!

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