Within the pushback, within beats per second; heart and soul, codifies its unwavering commitment, be a source of strength. Faith, could never be its quintessence, without hope’s retention. To live a long beautiful life, we must guard our heart, gird our soul. And even though, sometimes, our levee’s are overwhelmed; the river within our soul keeps overflowing. Retaining your composure, keeps hopes and dreams, from losing its breadth. The love we cleave, repels the anxiety we leave, embedded in the annals of the past. Memories are retained, not to keep them alive, but safeguard its meaning. By design, retaining walls are fortified by deeply held beliefs, the freedom it provides. Perceptions are altered, by the perspective in one’s heart. Retaining your position, engaged by the soul’s resilience. To be, or not to be, the conundrum that will test the heart’s resolve. In times of uncertainties, to what will your soul cling? What Words will anchor your heart, restrain your soul from being swept, by waves of emotions? When, faith is kept in sight, hope holds fast, helps the heart retain its confidence. Preserve, conserve, reserve, the integral essence in our being; confident, tomorrow will reconcile wants and needs. “Cherish the love you have, cherish the life you live, for as long as…” For me, and my heart; Words have I hid. The love, my soul’s in possession of, kept secure, by my heart’s retaining wall!

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They say, but, do they reassure? It’s not enough, to just rely on what they (meaningless notions) say. Sometimes, the answer to questions we have, found when we search our heart. For that divine intervention, the message bottled up, waiting for our soul to find. Assuring the heart, everything will be alright. There’s, power in positive thinking, but more confidence attained, within love’s endorsement. Words edify, but love amplifies, the heart’s true intent. Its assurances will honor, its truth never lost, even within the translation. In life, it’s not enough to pledge devotion, but vow from the depth of your soul, to love wholeheartedly. The key to love, built into knowing its turnkey commitment, the door of the heart is opened up, clockwise. The days of our lives, are the moments in time we don’t let slip away, through cracks in the hourglass. A heart, open to the possibilities, a soul not allowing these precious moments to become, counterintuitive. Love’s safeguards, reassures us with its provision. Love covers, giving hearts the freedom to discover, love’s courage lies within its faithfulness. Words are fleeting, if not tethered by its worth, bound to its essence; anchored by its truth. Trusting, your heart into someone else’s care, reassured when the soul embraces; love’s blessed assurance!

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My heart is full, my soul can’t keep it contained, my cup overflows. When I open up my heart, whenever I tip my hat, love spills from the depth of my soul. When, my forever said I do, love spilled from within deep affection. When my heart, grieved the loss of a child, love made the tears spill, watering the ground where her love lays. As a child, my grandma instilled endearing love in my consciousness; if ever someone rejects your love, don’t let my heart, cry over spilled milk. Que sera, sera; whatever will be, will be. Don’t catch yourself, grasping after careless whispers. Real love speaks boldly, with colorful expressions. Whenever my words spill, the welled up love within, escapes my deepest place. Splashes of love’s hue, the ink tells the story, where the love comes from? Meaningless, love should never fall hollow, words should never be empty. My soul, has been within love’s ocean, and it makes my heart full. Spilling the content of your love, how the texture is made known. Whenever love leans in, with every tilt of your soul, love’s essence leaks from within. Overflow, for the love to pour endlessly, heart and soul has to be willing, to let it intentionally spill. A heart, should never cry over spilled love. That’s how, our humanity is beautified. Poetically, lyrically, rhythmically, deeply, breathlessly; love seeping through crevices of your soul!

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Oh, hearts, can your love see, does thy light dawn, how true does its brightness shine? Does even a faint flicker, glow radiantly? Is it a candle, a lantern in the night, illuminating the heart, enlightening the soul? Hope is never silent, it’s a reflection, waiting patiently for its moment, to beam love’s crimson hue, within its benevolent light. In breathless syllables, love profoundly speaks. In its quietness, within its quintessence, love’s essence hail’s the soul; being one in heart and mind. Raising love’s voice, amplifies its loving anthem. Its symphonic sound, its melodic tone, its harmonic rhythm. Within glowing hearts, with an uplifting soul, love’s anthem prevails, resounding strong and free. Hearts, that wade through love’s deep water, knows the anthem within its sea, lives in the depth of its ocean. Love stands on guard, keenly waiting to give hearts, the strength to fight the good fight. Let, love’s Anthem forever be, a song of praise. Its proverbial chorus, echoed again and again!

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Are you walking through this world, and it barely feels like living? Trying to live, but breathing doesn’t always seem so easy? Perhaps, letting the past be, the past, the here be the now. The heart, learns to trust… the process, the soul, understands how to be. Sometimes, we look through our hopes, but see our dreams are tired of dreaming. Don’t let it be, a heart discouraged, instead, let it go; doubts and fears, to let hope soar. Some days, new heights will surely reach, to heart and soul. When, we don’t let careless smiles, become a callused heart. Trying to let it be, what you let your heart believe, will become what will truly matter. Learning how to see yourself, the way love sees you. How you will discover, you’re always enough. A flower, doesn’t bloom in every season, but we let it be. Until the moment comes, to watch how it thrives, in time. Loving, who you are in this moment, lets the soul be at peace, with whom you need to be, tomorrow. Love, doesn’t intervene to overwhelm with its truth, just be a beautiful display, of its endearing worth. Even, tears flowing in quiet streams, the heart, letting it be, it can become a tranquil river, soothing the soul. The best laid plans, needs faith to let it become, time to let it be. The days of our lives become, moments passing within our hearts, the soul slipping between the sands of time. Whenever, the weight of life gets too heavy, burdens get hard to bear? To find your equilibrium, we have to; let it go, lay it down, let it be!

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