Fun Friday; Glide!

When, you’re feeling super fly, no one, has to ask your heart why? They will surely see, love makes your soul soar. In love, a different kind of living. The heart humming, a soul that won’t stop dancing, even when no music is playing. Love is the song, keeping the heart in tune, swaying your beliefs. Love bubbling, spilling when the heart is full. A heart, doesn’t have to know how to dance. For the blood to be pumping, the beat jamming. A soul freestyling, knows how to glide, to every heartbeat. When, your heart knows how to glide, your soul will certainly smile, doing the electric slide, feeling energized. When, one step forward, two steps back won’t do? Bust a smooth move, get your heart in the groove, glide on the dance floor. Grin, laugh out loud; like you got away with something. Your soul, avoided singing the blues. Instead, you’re dancing to a love song. Not getting down, to a brand new funk. You don’t need a crowd, be your own captivated audience. Dance your heart out, like there’s no one watching. Uncontrollable, feelings incredible; love in the flow, the joy overflows. Celebrate, you are; what love says you are. Whenever, you’re feeling the strain, outside the pouring rain. Tears, don’t mean you’re losing, the groove. Just say, heart, drop the beat; the rhythm, the rhyme, the harmony, will free your soul. When, the melody move you, the love will hold you. Keep you dancing, all night long. Until all the blues, drift away. When, pacing back and forth won’t do? When, the day wants you to get down? Roll with it, tell it to bounce, and skate. Don’t let the mood, break your stride. Glide forever, on the wings of love!

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Dancing Queen!

Her heart is free, her sweet love, such a treat. How can it be, my heart is never tired, dancing to the rhythm of her love. Whenever my heart beat, needs to slow dance. I hold out my soul, and ask love, if I can have this dance. Love, extends the request, takes me by the heart. And, with no hesitation, her love touches me deeply. My dancing Queen, her love is resting, gently on my heart. I swear, don’t dare, interrupt this love affair. Don’t come between, my heart, and my dancing Queen. All the passion, all the anticipation; truly nothing without it being a heart, moved by love’s graceful embrace. No one, knows what tomorrow holds, but this one thing I surely know. Love will forever, lead my heart and soul, to the middle of the dance floor. My dancing Queen, we have fun, find pleasure in each other. Letting our hearts, dancing; into the wee, hours of forever!

My Queen and I, two hearts, one heartbeat; rhythmically incline. But even so, between our forevermore, and our in-depth slow Waltz. The dance, becomes a sassy Tango; my mind, and her thinking, will love become a break dance? My soul said no, we will Tango, and my heart will take the lead; show you how I bust a move. My Rumba, not about the being “hip,” movement. My heart, plays it cool, phrasing my love passionately; in a tasteful rhythmic flow. My soul, knows the gravity; endearing love floats, on the clouds of heaven. It’s knowing how to Tango, without stepping on the love, between two hearts. In my dancing Queen’s world, orbits her view point; the preferred dance style, the Salsa. A love language, expressed in spicy connotations. But don’t get it twisted, she’s no latin momma; she’s my Caribbean Queen, and I love her. She’s doesn’t desire a throne, but every day; I Do, crown her heart, with my love. When love collides, some might think it a bit dramatic. But love tells me, she’s expressing, the passion, deep in her heart. My beloved, my Nubian Queen; her love dances, with my soul. Yes, my dancing Queen, her heart is free. Her sweet love, such a treat!

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Quote Me; A Loyal Love!

Her love showed, the beauty in her heart!

When love rings true, the soul melts, within a heart of gold!

A simple touch, of lasting love. A gentle embrace, of love’s profound expression. Moves the heart, takes the breath, and leaves the soul, with wonder!

Groom your heart, beautify your soul, but don’t forget, to manicure your thoughts!

People sometimes think, you can misplace loyalty. But, how can they truly know, you’re loyalty is misplaced? Maybe they just can’t see, your loyalty lies, exactly where you’ve chosen, to place it? Let your heart, leave a lasting mark, and your love, will never be misplaced!

Everything, is Right in the World, when Love is the Answer!

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The Innocence!

The innocence, who, can truly see the tears? Who, will protect hearts, from the deafening silence? Who, is willing to rescue the innocence, before doubts fall pray, to fear of the unknown? Who, will be a shield, for innocent souls, vulnerable to indifference? Who is truly ready, to sacrifice wants, for virtuous needs? Can every heart hear the outcry, know this is the time. To feel love, tugging on heartstrings. Can anyone, imagine the outpour, from love’s overwhelming reign? Hearts would cry out, asking love; to help preserve the innocence. Reckless, should never be the abandonment, of love’s innocence. Love, what let’s our humanity, make sense, in spite of the madness. Through, the prism of love, innocence will wholeheartedly be defended, this side of time. Love’s true portrayal, wouldn’t need clarity. Innocence, would never become tainted, by an eMotionless, painted smile. Love, elevates the innocence, to let the soul reach. Love, gives innocent wings the confidence, to soar to infinity. Innocence taken, profound becomes the gravity. Love, invites the innocence heart. To rest their being, against a heart of love, and breathe. If walls could talk, voices of innocent souls would ask; what, did I do, to deserve indifference? If only, love could see through walls? Love would see, the pure in heart, beseeching; I’m innocent! An innocent love, bares a pristine soul. That touches you deeply, and takes you by the heart. Who, is truly willing to fight, to protect the innocence… of a children?

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger, thirst for righteousness; they shall be satisfied. Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God!”

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Hearts in Bloom!

When, love speaks with tulips, the heart, dances through meadows. The soul, speaks for it needs to, the love, reciprocated because it needs to. My May flower, her love, lavished within the reign. Love’s passion, the fruits of our labor, cherished in every season. The changes, the beauty, hearts in bloom. Rose petals, in the shape of love. Violets hue, cascading the breadth therein. Love expressed, being naturally expressive. A true display, love’s deepest expression. The richest of love, blooms the most vibrant colors. The soul, feeling the sun rise. The heart, knowing the sun shines on love, on the cloudiest day. Love in bloom, emanates the fragrant affection, of love’s aroma. Love, at the heart of feeling, in an ever changing world. Forever in love, at the deepest roots. Love is the reason, hearts see a faithful bloom. When, the heart chases the butterflies, love attain wings, to fly. Love gazes at the sunflower, bask in subtlety, love’s perpetual afterglow. Love, will never be a bed of roses. But yet, the heart can be profoundly moved, by love’s endearing scent. Love is my baby, love is my wife, love is my forevermore. Hearts in bloom, will never be more loved, than in the moments, loving the essence!

Happy Anniversary, you are, my perennial love! May 28th, will be 34 years married, for my bride and I. When God’s love, is truly at the center, forever is attainable!

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Gardening!

Love’s intrinsic nature, the art of cultivating. Heart and soul thrives, when love is attentive. It’s elevated, weeding out the unnecessary. The emergence, love to a higher plain. In essence, the heart sows, the soul reaps. Planting good seeds, with love being the soil; hearts in bloom. The perseverance, love for humanity. Love is the gentle flower, when given abundant sunlight, and watered intentionally; perpetual love, blossoms profoundly. Fertilized unconditional, cultivated deeply, the root will go deeper. Love becomes fertile, removing the unwanted shrubs. Whenever the season, seems overwhelming, dig deep. And, when growth becomes a little stagnant, dig a little deeper. A heart divinely rooted, grounded in depth, so faith can grow… sublimely!

Parched encounters, don’t stick a fork, or uproot. Sometimes, the love just needs to be transplanted. Don’t shovel dirt, when you should apply a rack, to gather up your heart. A spade, by any other name, is still a spade. On your knees, sweat equity; in gardening, prune the unbecoming, root out the envy. Love, not about getting it done, going through the motions. Love is, about becoming; from the ground up, the beauty comes alive. The more, the heart leans in. How the soul, gets a profound glimpse, into love’s divine nature. The true artistry, knowing there’s a Potter, and seeing what becomes, of clay. From ashes, hope rises. Love’s garden, faithfully attended, with the deepest sacrifice. A labor of love, yields a thriving heart, a soul baring, the sweetest fruits. Love, the breadth within increases. When the heart allows, the deepest love to reign… forevermore!

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Problematic!

A problematic encounter, a heart at a crossroad, but not the final destination. Destiny, reached by the chosen path. When, breath becomes taxing, making it difficult, to get life off your chest. Love, never questions worth, it searches the heart. Circumstances, chooses winding roads. A Problematic, point in time, shouldn’t lead to the arrest, of every heartbeat. A heart with no beat, a soul with no feeling. It doesn’t matter, what’s seen on the outside, just who you are… on the inside. Problematic, sometimes a road called broken, a place known as lost, and empty. The journey, called life, how you find yourself, hopes, and dreams. A life, with no song to sing, a soul without a voice. A problematic heart, deafened by the silence. On the road, known as life. Colliding points of view, should never be unbecoming. What’s, a bleeding heart to do, keep walking, walking in freedom. When, you’ve come to the end… of yourself. That’s when, love takes you in, and holds you… forever. Letting go, of the heartaches, and the weight of life. How, love sets you free, indeed. So, whenever your heart, gets caught up in the moment. Your soul, knows love is enough, to heal a brokenness. Love’s redemption, what makes all things new. Love will engage, a problematic heart. After pain, lies the blessing; the song of triumph. A heart, believing things will get better. Problematic, excellence becomes, enlightenment begins!

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Out of the Dark!

In a dark place, to find a way out? First, search your heart, and believe. You will surely see, there’s a light, shining within… in the midst of it all. Love is my eyes, when it becomes hard to see. It lifts me up, when patients are short. Renews my hope, my heart will reach, with love extended. When, the world tries to make, me lose my mind. In love’s embrace, I find my worth. Love is my heart, when I need to give, all I have. Why be afraid, to show my heart. When I know the place, where broken hearts go, to find healing. My resolve, knowing life is not easy, but dreams, worth pursuing. Tomorrow not promised, but love tells me, believe that it will be brighter. The rest, is unknown, but I’m not scared to breathe. If, I get to see the dawn, today I know, there’s breath in my lungs. Coming out of the dark, at times you can feel lost. But when, you let love take you by the heart. Love, will guide your soul, to a better place. When, the day wants to take you under, don’t grasps straws, to breathe. Let love, expand the breadth, within your soul. Real love drowns, in the depth, and enlightens, coming out of the dark. One step at a time, how you make it, through the darkest times. No matter, what your heart will have to face, love outshines. Nothing, can truly take your breath, but love. Every starry gaze, it’s love. A tasty treat, love the delight. A kind gesture, because of love. Seeing the light of hope, it’s love shining. Making it, to the light, what shows a heart, how love truly shines. When, you think you can’t get there? Love, what helps you make it, to the light. Even though, now and then, we become insecure. Let me reassure, if every day, you rise up? You will come out of the dark, with the light!

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Convergence!

The coming together, that’s what love is. Though at times, love has different points of view. The condition of the heart, determines the matter to the approach. Love, meant to be limitless, not limited. Though every action, causes a reaction. A response in love, let’s the convergence, be not ill-advised. Distance, overcomes the miles, when the love, not hearts apart. Moving towards, precipitates the love moving forward. Two paths can’t converge, if the direction of the heart, is unclear. Love extended, reciprocates in kind. A meeting, hearts in a common place. The convergence, causing an undeniable conclusion. Love, becomes the point of reference, in every heartfelt encounter. In love, when the latitude converges, with an apparent attitude. The cause, becomes the effect, distance… between two hearts. Love, intersects every crossroad. The heart, just needs to be open, to the possibility. Love from different points, connecting, with a new perspective. That, we can unite in love, coincide with flaws. It’s never, much to do about nothing. Respecting, conflicting points of reference. Love will always be seen, as moving closer. Truly noticed, not through a singular vantage point. Love draws near, not to be judged, but be affirmed. Love doesn’t recede, it precedes. So the love, can be profoundly received. Island style, you link up. The Convergence, one love, one heart!

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C’est la vie!

When, things don’t go as planned, stress, won’t avoid the mess. Such is life, facing the moment, will bring clarity. Why, let your mind board a non-stop train, when you can train your heart? Disappointments, a part of life. Hope, a part of living. Such is love, living in the moment. In life, some people will get their kicks, trying to trample dreams. Let them, stomp… their feet, all they want. Childish behavior, never let it make your heart, lose focus of your hopes, and your dreams. Perhaps, they just need to see for themselves, how dreams, becomes reality? Some say, “that’s life.” When April showers, brings out the blues, don’t it get you down. Let your heart, dance in the rain. After the rain is gone, it’s blue skies, and pretty rainbows. A heart swayed, soulful grooving, in the crimson hue. Yeah, that’s love. A soul living breathless, within nature’s glow. The raindrops on roses, becomes a heart in bloom. Heartache and pain,“that’s life,” but it doesn’t matter, if that’s what people say!

My friends, a heart sings out loud, will surely laugh out loud, when the tears start to pour. Life is a journey, on a mountain called despair, hope sees a new horizon. So, when you fall down, get up, and chase your dreams. A double minded heart, will make every heartbeat unstable. Don’t, let your heart be a pauper, let your soul be a poet, with a muse. Every reality, is being shaped. Let your heart and soul, believe in a living hope. For, a life with hope, will be a heart with faith. That lets every breath, have confidence. Dreams are realized, through a profound sacrifice. How you unequivocally know; that’s love!

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