The Need, Run to You!

My heart, runs to You. Though the days are short, the night seems long. Your love, what moves my soul. A heart, captured by a spell-bound; love, wrapped in a crimson hue. Even when, the thinking becomes a stumble, the path of another fall. The rain, the heart, the cry; another run… to you. Love is a river, with waves of emotions. A feeling of exhausting, eclipses by a heart knowing. You have to make love, the relentless pursuit. To drown in the depth of the sea, you have to chase the butterflies. Hold the breadth, to be a heart swept away, by the crimson tide. That’s forever compelling, deeply propelling. A heart energized, a soul breathing in the enlightenment. Love is the wind, beneath your wings. That makes you rise up, to soar even higher. So, whenever you fall, love will always be the comfort. Keeping you, from a heart broken, with a shattered faith… in love. You chase after love, despite all of life’s obstacles. Every day, you lace up my heart. Sprint into the arms of love, let it take your breath. The beautiful journey, the marathon through the years. Telling you, it’s finished. You’ve found the heart, you have the love, and peace… within the embrace. Giving you the desire, to do it again, and again. The heart and soul, with the Need, Run to You!

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The Quiet Beauty!

My friends, may your heart know; your soul take hold, see, touch, and feel. The quiet beauty, found in the true breadth of love. The quiet light, the night light; shining on pages. When the ink dries, the light illuminates, the story is told. A heart exposed, shows a soul laid bare. May you, know you can always. Rest your eyes, lay your heart. On the breadth, that lies within. God’s love, what lays the bedding. What will be the comforter, when the days are cold. Where my soul, finds a peaceful rest. Pull back the cover, slip into the ambiance. No fluff, no pretense. Just a love story, to press up against your soul. Be encouraged, let faith be the living proof. Love, presses through the twilight, to become the dawn. That will enlighten, the living hope. That’s a quiet beauty, found in every heartbeat. Leaving the heart, overwhelmed, and speechless. Love, a song in the night. There’s, always a story time, when love becomes the tale. On the wings of love, hold the breadth. Chase the butterflies, chase your dreams. Be sold out, may all your dreams come true. May your book, have reflections of the book. Highlighting, an inward look… to the love within? When, the word presses up against your heart. Breath is taken, words seems lost. You lose your breath, so search your heart!

To find, how a Like, turns into Love, and the Appreciation? Words, can never truly Press in. Until the love, is illuminated by the light… within. Every subtle shift, reveals hidden shadows. Places where, the love didn’t eclipse. When the Word is deeply Pressed, into the heart. The ink will say forever, you have a place within the soul. You can’t iron on love, or try to apply with a well known adhesive. All by itself, love will be the glue, to fix what is broken. Love is the pillar, never meant to become a statue. Looking, but never doing. Love is the quiet beauty, always looking for a moment, to leap into action. Does your love, have substance; with food for the soul? Does the word move, a heart feeling touched, as the love took your breath? Under the quiet, LOVE is that bold. It has, a quiet confidence, boundless the quiet strength. To hold your every breath, not let you exhale. Even the quietest love, can profoundly move your every heartbeat. To face every fear, and the quiet struggles, courageously. A heart, knowing how to find, quiet moments… to just breathe. This piece, for all the hearts. Radiating a bright hue, in every clustered page. Knowing, the heart is the living proof; that love transcends. When it becomes more, than just a pretty Word. In itself, love radiates a crimson presence. The power, when the Press; starts in your soul. A heart changed profoundly, the love expressed; becomes life changing. Even if, words become lost. Chase the butterflies, let your heart resonate. A soul being inspired, by the Quiet Beauty… in love!

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Only, If Love Says Yes!

Choices, what a heart makes, to shape each decision. That paints a portrait, of the true artistry. That a heart is not just made, it’s molded… by love. The heart, takes a breath. When love, lets it exhale. In the darkness, the fog of life, can blind the heart. But, let love be, the song in the night. The persuading light, the ray of hope, piercing the dark. The gentle whisper, heard in the stillness, of your soul. Love, what makes the heart say yes. Even if, the thought a resounding no. Let love be the anchor, the firm foundation. That makes the difference, seeing the truth. Never let love be, just a chance encounter. When love, takes you by the heart, hope will never be lost. In the darkest moments, love will always shine the brightest. What other force, could ever be greater; to eclipse the light… of love? Love says, I got you, I get you, I know your heart. It gives of itself, the true essence within. Love doesn’t tell you, how to live life. It encourages you, to live your best life. Live it true, letting the heart be, love on display. Even, when no words are heard. Love speaks, softly. Holds you, gently. Engages you, always. It’s meant to be held, close to the heart. So it can be felt, deep in the soul. Love, the ocean, a heart hopes to drown in. Every day, be grateful. Knowing, that in every wake. You know how to take each breath, clothed in the right mindset!

Love, will always take you by the heart. Forever look for ways, to feed the soul. Even if, the heart starts down the right path, but becomes a winding road. Even, at the crossroad, a heart not knowing which way to turn. Love reminds you, hope is never lost. Sometimes, we don’t always know which move to make. Just, don’t let love become a game. Heart beats are moving, but the heart seeming the pawn, in a chest game. The true meaning of love, not profoundly valued. As the greatest gift, not kept heavily guarded, but easily yielded. Love, doesn’t just survive, it thrives. The heart, the most valuable tool, in the chest. The heart and soul, in harmony. Every heartstring, an instrument… of a resounding love. Love, says I will do it, be a light. Act, to always show kindness. Love in action, not seen as random. Love says, what I have inside. I will give it, again and again… without question. Give, my very best? Absolutely not. This can only happen, when love says yes. Then, the heart shows up like a warrior. Roars like a lion, becomes a mighty conqueror, for whatever rises up. Love, has the strength to move you, with just the breadth. It’s the lifeline, when the tide tries to take you under. Love, has the power to save. Love, bows to grace. ComPassion the fruit, love at the very core. Hear me please, don’t let a heart have to plead. Mercy said no, so love, could say yes. Love, will never act alone. The heart, has to agree, give permission. Love should be, in the things we do, in the things we say; the thing, what sways. But only, if love says yes!

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Just!

I try, to be a simple man, with a quiet heart. Every heartbeat, dances to a simple rhythm. To the beat, or not to the beat. Never the question, when love moves your soul. My heart, knows the simplified melody. To a simple song, the essence in a simplistic verse. I Love You. A soul, indulging in one simple pleasure. Give love, my undivided devotion. Living, in the moment, embraced by the beauty. The slow waltz, to endless love. The breadth, held forever… breathlessly. To know it, is want it. To have it, is to need it. The abundance, that draws you in, holds you close. Moving you, to share the love, without question… if deserved? A fire, what keeps love blazing. The soul from becoming, a heart so cold. The warmth, should radiate a simple love, feeling like a gentle touch. Every day, love drawing the heart and soul even closer. Just, the path where the soul, finds the greatest truth. The purer the love, the less the heart needs to work. For the love, to be justified. How, the heart conquers the day, navigates a complex world. Avoiding the mind feel, letting the heart level the field; whatever enters the battlefield. To make sure, love wins every time. Deploy, just one simplistic thought; Just breathe! Let love, fight the battles, cover up the battle scars. For the days, the heart falls… short of being Just. This, the absolutely must. Don’t try, to justify. Rise up with the dawn, brush off the dusk, pursue the relentless chase. And give Love, Just this; Every breath!

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A Story; Peeling, Back the Layers!

Love, do you mind, if I just hang around you? Sit here, be still; in the presence, and gaze forever… into your heart. You, will never have to worry. My love, won’t bite. My heart, just wants to feast, on a delightful love. You, won’t ever have to wonder? If I, would monkey around with your heart. But let this, truth be told. In the past, before my soul knew true love. My heart, has gotten in some monkey business. From a distance, my heart could see the love, feel the draw. The love, drew my heart, to swing your way. Swayed my soul, to come closer. I hope, the line doesn’t get twisted. Love, not about what’s on the surface, but what’s inside. Love is a choice, that requires action. Pulling back, the layers. To let the love, become much deeper. Finding the love, that’s beyond words, leaving the heart speechless; priceless. Seeing, not the same as letting it; get closer to your heart. The double take, every breath. This, the heart’s confession. When the heart, gazes upon a special love. Breath, taken, and the soul… waiting to exhale. Even when, my faith in love was green. Love, remained so ripe. For the taking, a hold of the heart. The tree with life, whispering love… into my soul. Telling me a tale, the love, will keep my heart close!

A heart, needs to go out on a limb. So, the soul can know, love as the greatest gain. You, don’t have to go bananas. In the stillness, that’s how you learn. To live your best life, in the moment. Not letting, love slip through your fingers. The heart races, sometimes it chases. But, let the pursuit, be a substantive meaning. In the jungle, called life. I’ve searched high, and low to find. Love, in of itself will resonate, its own profound beauty. It’s made to become, nourishment for the soul. Let, the roots of love go deep. A love that makes, every heartbeat, feel some kind of change. The taking of your breath, to a higher plane. See the one tree, but don’t let your heart, miss the forest. Love, precious in the finding; but deeper, with the giving. The color of love, fresh and vibrant. Decorative in scope, deep like crimson, forever the becoming. A heart knowing, how peeling back all the layers. Showing that deep down, love’s the tastiest passion fruit. Tender, fulfilling; gentle on the heart. Fruits of the labor, not about getting stuffed. But letting love, feed the heart and soul; as you indulge in the breadth. Love, too divine to just throw away. Even, if there’s a slip? Don’t let love become, a broken heart. Let the breadth of love, peel back the veil. To reveal all the layers, within the heart. A love, deeply overwhelming, and forever consuming!

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The Rebellion!

My heart, a rebel; bonafide! The cause, resistance at all cost. Not to become, another tainted soul. Confessing, you know how to truly love. But yet, picking and choosing; when, and who. Love, just a feeling; without bonafide action. Every day, you have to rise up… in opposition. Let your heart, mount a rebellion. To not let, your heart be conformed. Arm your heart, with the sword; dipped in truth. These days, your strategy has to be, clearly defined. A heart, knowing the true rules of engagement. To survive, you have to wield the big guns. A hope fortified, with a convincing faith. When the warfare, is spiritual; not physical. To win, plant your truth, stand your ground, and proclaim your worth. Be, a rebel to the core. Having a love, that won’t ever keep score. Know how, to give and take. A heart, was born to resistance, and go the distance. Let the foe know, your heart has the real deal. The confidence, the boldness, the power, and the authority. To speak, and pull down… every stronghold!

Do, opposition research, by reading into the best strategies. What, your heart and soul will need; to have a successful strategic outcome. Praise, is a weapon. The struggle is real, let it be with the flesh; not with the heart. With every battle, don’t go in your own strength, or with guns blazing. Be a heart exposed, with the love transparent. To be, or not to be; never let it be, a heart questioned. Lean how, to be unapologetic; why a heart so rebellious. That will fight, to display how much strength, there is in real love. It’s never futile, refusing to be assimilated; into a robotic collective. True freedom comes, only when a heart is free. My heart, was born to be a maverick. Predestined, to challenge the norm. A camouflaged heart, is a love not seen… as true. A heart of a warrior, cannot affect true change. Without first willing, to take every thought captive. To let, love be what influences, hearts and minds. This, not just about how to be rebellious. But how, to take back territory. It’s about a takeover, let a love relentlessly pursuit your heart, and soul. Let Surrender, not be the Option, but the Choice!

The Mandate; fight the good fight, tread upon serpents. Resist, and the enemy shall flee… seven ways. Take possession; whatever was stolen, or forfeited by default. Seize the moment, and never; justify your rebellion, to a tainted love!

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Fun Friday; My Delightful Treat!

Some people, have a favorite ice cream, a favorite pizza. My heart, likes the taste of my sweetest candy… girl. My sweet-heart, needs loving that’s better, than cookies… with cream. Wrapped up, in a royal twist; a sweet Nubian flavor. My honey, bee a natural. She’s my D.Q, my Darling Queen. The sunshiny love, that melts the heart. I would go bananas, if even death; made us split, love is forever. When the day, tries to steal the sweetness. No bitter feelings, touches my lips. The love, will forever touch my soul. The ticket, that takes our hearts, back on the love merry go; in our love playground. A spoon full of her sugar, makes the tough love medicine… go down. Every season, her love’s a crackling fire. Together, we keep the heart from lazing, and the love blazing. At times, the love is questioned. But, I will never give her a reason, to ever question my heart. A rose, by any other name. Would still be a heart, that rose every morning. To find the love, just as sweet. A heart and soul, loved by the maker, of all things delightful. The true breadth of love, will nibble methodically. Not around the edges, but be consumed to the depth. My buttercup, my chocolate love. Reached for my heart, to taste how sweet. Only to find out, baked with butter. The creator, made love to be… the greatest pleasure, with nothing missing. The deeper the love, the greater the enjoyment, and the expectation. So the soul, can savor the warmth, all the crimson delight. My eyes, could have on blinders. But, it wouldn’t make my heart, see it differently. The deepest love, becomes a vision. For what, eyes can never fathom. I don’t, indulge in bland love. For my heart, there would be no appeal. My desire, steeped within the greatest pleasure. A tasty love, that will affords your heart, such comfort. Food for the soul, that will replenish, a deeper need. A love to forever be, endless. My Delightful Treat. Created, from the true heart of love!

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The Quintessence!

Your heart, can be the most. Though, the vision not perfect. Love, will never measure up… to perfection. But, should always rise to the challenge, to be an example, of a faithful heart. Life shapes, but love becomes. Words, can be seen as typical. So, when the heart speaks, let the love be known… as practical. A heart, doesn’t have to become intense. For the love, to be immense. How heartfelt is it to know, you don’t have to know; how to breathe well, to know true living. Through every season, another stage, another encore. A heart reliving, another day; acting out your best life. Through, another quintessential, repeat performance. True love, with every breath. Don’t let, it be another act… one; seen too, many times. Leaving the question, to be asked. Love, oh love; where art thou? A house, is not a home; until love, resides there… in the heart. A hill, will never be alive, with the sound of music. Until, your heart begins to sing. Crawl, walk, run… to the front of the line, with vim, and vigor. And, if your heart stumbles? Rise up, everyday; to glean another quintessence. What, your heart will need, to move forward… faithfully? Pursue the day, chase after dreams; but always, let love find your heart… content. To know, the precious moments, we step up. Through every season, we man up. Embrace you, and your heart will embrace the role. Hold it close, and the love will be held dear!

You don’t, need a day; to celebrate your worth. Just a lifetime, to let your heart be the gift, that keeps giving. Your love, doesn’t have to be an ocean. A silent river, can have depth. A heart, being swept away, by a deepening love. You, don’t have to feel special. But your heart, should especially be a heart needed. You, don’t need power, to be the strongest. Even to have, your own undeniable strength. You don’t need, to know how to land the perfect ten. For a heart, to flawlessly demonstrate, head over heels. A soul, doing endless; breathless summersaults. For love, to win, become truly relevant. It needs, to show up on time. The heart, has to want to be there. And the soul, needs to be engaged. So the love, can be even closer. Your love, doesn’t have to be impressive, just impressed… with the deeper meaning. Though, the real struggle; trying to live… up to a lookalike role model. Here’s, my take. The role of a father, about modeling, a good character, not a perceived expectation. Men, you don’t have to be, completely self-assured; for love to thrive, self-contained. Let your love, be a friend. Your heart, known as a true father. Not just a figure, of speech. When, the heart can truly answer; the quintessential question. Love will surely breathe out, the profound truth. Can, the heart of a child know; how deep the Father’s love? True love, in the essence, not just the presence. The picture, doesn’t need perfection; but needs to be seen, in the best light. The personification, the substance, the representation; The Quintessence!

In loving memory, of my baby girl; Justinea Angelina Richards. March 9, 1990 to March 2, 2021 – Inspired, by your love!

* Happy Father’s Day! May your hearts, be blessed!

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The Concealer!

The flaws, what we try hard to hide. The heart, trying to seem perfect, within an imperfect world. So, the heart keeps it secret. What, should be deeply applied; only sometimes implied. Love, I could show you, but; would rather just make it up. What’s, not so easily complied; kept, neatly tucked away. What needs to be revealed, concealed; a heart in disguise. Covering the hurt, concealing the pain. We wink, to cover up the wince. The play, for a jar made of clay. Don’t, let anyone see you blink, to give your soul time to think. Suppress your feeling, or become a heart exposed… as only human? It’s okay, to not be okay. Beauty, can come out of ashes. The brave-hearted, that shows you can find strength, in your vulnerability. Under the quiet, and in the silence. Be moved, to be bold; showcase your worth. You, don’t have to confess. We’ve all, have encountered mess. Trying to find our best, through every test. To help bring about, a peaceful night’s rest. In a time, where lines can become buried. We don’t, have to let our heart and soul. Become afraid, of living out your truth; your hopes, and dreams. Strong faith, though sight unseen. A heart knowing, a crimson love. The soul, brushed against the breadth. A cosmetic smile, just a veneer. When a heart, tries to seem polished. The soul, emanating varying shades… of love. With, each look in the mirror; things, still not as they should appear. The true meaning of love, it’s found, draped within a scarlet glow. Rather, than being noticed; we pretend, everything is okay. The love concealed, within bottled up emotions. Life, can sometimes seem, like a masked ball. A private dancer, looking for a love; that will slow dance with your heart. Out of sight, doesn’t mean out of mind. Every heart, has an identity, with a destiny. Deeply flawed, seen through the right lens. Reflects a heart, with a purpose, the love beautifully becoming. The Concealer, that transcends!

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