In support of, does love’s endearing service render. Heartfelt in its offering, need not be substantial, to serve as monumental. Tenderly, love bares, and bears, in part and in kind. Till death do us part, vowed not only in wed, but in service of mankind, serves well to the end of time. Hold up thy oath, let forever do thy part. Let the heart and mind reconcile, embracing differences will never be, mind over matter, but what matters; being in service of, each other. There’s no shame, in the heart being vulnerable, knowing the possibility, love not reciprocated. To serve, or not to serve, the question for the heart to answer. Head to heart, in service more than words, more than a good idea. Lean on me, chant it the mouth will, but does the heart recite at will? Believing it, in living it, gives meaning it will. Shoring it up, underpinning it, bracing it with substance, reinforced with action. Acts of kindness, never random, if always in service of, compelled by love’s goodness. A helping hand, can do no good, without the heart, having a hand in it. The heart aids, if fear invades, with the unknown. Love in service of, takes care of, provides for, be in support of. Dipped in its essence, drips its fluidity; regardless of… An out of service love, could never be in position, an reassurance of, giving its comfort to. Love’s nourishment of, life in support of, in sustainment of living. Deep love, gives of itself, pays for what, money can’t buy. A heart, giving of its worth, gives of its wealth; for the health of. The swell, the well, telling of, in service of a divine love!

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Is there a love more meaningful, is there a word more beautiful; than Grace? As you can surely see, the struggle’s not finding words, but in how my heart articulates, clearly defines; Grace’s profound love. Putting it into words, what my heart tries to do, but yet the love indescribable. Grace’s love, deeper than an ocean, higher than the highest mountain. The breadth of it, beyond the widest comprehension. Though, the love unfathomable, unexplainable; the depth I have explored, Grace is attainable. Ask, seek, knock; the door, an open heart. My Grace’s hand, has me by the heart, the love taking my breath. Tell me, how can I, put it all in words? In Grace alone, my hope is found. My cornerstone, my firm foundation, light in darkness, my strength, song in the night; amazing Grace. When, pen encounters the fiercest drought, like a raging storm, my soul pours. My mind doesn’t think, it’s my heart that bleeds, love’s transparent ink. My soul, soars the heights of love, knows peace like a river, drowns my fear therein. Grace, gives me faith to stand, my soul strength to withstand, an outpouring of my wayward tears. My heart of hearts, rest within the Grace I have; my gift of love. From life’s first cry, to life’s final breath; in love alone, destiny meets me there. So, no power of hell, any scheme of man; can ever pluck my soul, from Grace’s outstretched hand. For such a time as this, and as time goes by; I have realized. Grace is needed, more than yesterday, more than words can say. More than the air we breathed, more than the next heartbeat, more than anything. We, can’t turn back the hands of time, and even if drawn line in the sand. In Grace alone, what stems the tide, preserve our humanity!

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Love, like a river, flows endlessly, seeping from the depth of your soul, braving the whether, overflowing into forevermore. In love’s reign, a heart baring its soul, frolics breathlessly. Though, the whether soaks you to your core, the heart giggles like a child. The elements, never becoming a thought, it’s elementary; childlike faith, frolics unapologetically. The light of love, doesn’t play hide and seek, with its radiance. Its beauty, transcending the whether, casting no shadow within doubts. A lot of hearts, does things based on what becomes the whether. What drives you, what frees you, what moves you. Sometimes, predicated on the proverbial whether, feelings. But deep down, rhetorical within its contextual nature. For, when love compels, the whether therefore, becomes irrelevant. The choice between to be, or not to be. An unmuted soliloquy, an expression of the heart, love dispelling quivering thoughts. Whether, says there’s an alternative, but, how can love truly be love; when it asks of you, to be? The worst kind of whether, the ones that leave a chill in the air, no warmth within the heart and soul. Making the seasons become, more about the whether, love not being the reason!

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Beyond life’s frustrations, within confusing times, lies the nuances of love. Beyond the bliss, within the mist, moments in life come down to this, the width of your love. Does distance, overcome the miles? We distance ourselves, choose not to walk a mile… The mind races, the heart paces. The back and forth within our heart; to love, or not to love. A heart distracted, while the mind is still racing… to finish the thought, what the heart should be answering. Within the breadth, we discover the depth; how deep the love? When the heart is opened up, love will examine the soul. An open mind, not the same as an open heart. Thoughts are fickle, they come, they go. But good or bad, a made up heart, resolute in its conviction. Love more than a sentiment, becomes a statement. Seeing the evidence, makes the encounter, love not open to interpretation. Its clarity, reveals itself with no selfish gain. True love, willing to sacrifice, deeply giving of its self. The journey to find, freedom for our humanity to know, the beauty it holds. What heart would resist, knowing a love so beautiful? Love’s definition, meaningless if it doesn’t; define the heart and soul. “A heart is a house for love, and I’ve learned; that it doesn’t take much to build it up.” An open door, an open window… into. A love wide open, a heart exposed!

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You bring me joy, whenever I lose my way, your love comes smiling, shining like the sun. Even, in the darkest moments, your love says; there’s no fear in love, when it’s your shining star. When, distance is overcome by miles. Love is there, waiting; my heart and soul, runs to its embrace. When, my heart feels lonely, my soul in need of a friend. Love comes, talks with me for a while, my soul smiles. Love speaks, whispers within the stillness, resonates in trying times. All I need is moments, for my intellect to know, everything may not be right, but yet, my spirit knows this truth. Even though, tears fall on the soul’s window pain, a heart knowing how to breathe, within love’s higher plane; makes everything be alright. My heart, doesn’t have to fight, hold on to it tight. Real love, squeezes the soul, with all its might. Like a bird, my spirit soars, like a kite, freedom gives my heart sight, to find pleasure in new heights. “And when, nothing else could help, love lifted me,” on the wings of a dove. To let my soul see, my joy is… You, Love!

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In love, for the nuances to become substantive, the consistencies must be these, true, truth, truly. Nothing missing, nothing broken, into half truths. In its consistency, love’s true breadth is known. Within the depth that it holds, how the truth of its essence is revealed. Truly, how its existence is felt, applied. Even, erratic living needs the consistent mixture of mind, body, and soul to be the bases of a life well lived, with a wholesome purpose. Deepened by the proverbial texture, strengthened by a heart’s metaphorical wholeness. Love’s consistency, heightened by its uniformity, enhanced by the soul’s fluidity. Becoming more than a passing glance, a rhetorical gesture. Consistent love, purifies the heart’s irregularities, regulates the mind’s inconsistencies. The equilibrium needed, to make the constancy more meaningful. Love’s truth, meaningless if by conformity, true, if defined by inherent essence; truly, if unapologetic in its intention, becomes its purest expression. Love’s authenticity, love’s substance, love’s quintessence, its application; the consistency!

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