Perfection’s myth, imperfection this, of love’s divine kiss. A humble heart, knowing its presence, emboldened by the essence in one’s soul. One’s life so moved, by its the unintended mist. Undesirable features, not of what imperfection chooses, but of the confidence an unrestrained heart oozes. One’s heart, knowing its worth has nothing to prove, what heartfelt moments could never diss. Imperfections, demonstrate just this, flaws with walls, surface in of itself. A moment for one’s heart to texturize its soul’s mural, a mosaic portrayal extraordinaire. Imperfection, too hip to be square, perfection wouldn’t dare. Like, vapors within the wind, wayward perceptions alter, a fluent sway reshaping heart’s perspective. Through lens of hope, blemished dreams are made possible, obtained tangible. Love’s textured perfection thus, imperfectly perfect though us; celebrate its breathless beauty as this, imperfection’s picturesque bliss!
Love drives, indicatively derives; journeys with you through life, according; the condition of one’s heart. Whether, never becoming a factor, if love what tethers every heartstring, be driven to pursue every heartfelt endeavor, felt within the outpouring of its reign. Accordingly, love begs to differ, won’t participate in allowing, conditions of one’s perception to dictate; what compels, what propels, whether. Weathering life’s storms, according; it’s never easy, but very necessary for growth. With every bump in the road, that’s where the rubber meets… your faith, your traversing spirit. Love driven, surely navigates according to its intrinsic ability, heart and soul strengthened by its facility. Love in the driver’s seat, the humble giving of one’s self. In of itself, being, according to your confidence, your soul not swayed by inconvenient detours. Wherewith, knowing in contemplated whether, your soul will surely encounter life’s enlightened horizon. Love being, the compass of your heart’s posture; accordingly!
Tell me, does my heart please you, does my soul speak love’s truth? With all my heart, I’m trying; but a thousand words, fail to tell the tale. Love has a story, but moreover, who gets the glory. With everything within me, myself, yeah I, do; do love you. I am, truly trying, to see you through the lens of my own tainted heart. But yet, I surely bet, over the years, my soul, you must have needed to vet. Do I, oh, does my; love make you feel deeply loved, graceful like a dove? What am I trying to say, the struggle is real, trying to not let life, get between your heart and mine. But nevertheless, I’m trying, keeping focus on planting seeds of love, and not allow its bloom be eaten by life’s indifferent locust. My heart beats, not trying to race, but my soul make haste, my love keep pace. I’m trying, never keep your heart waiting, give love without delay. Why, should my heart ever be presumptuous, think I could ever keep your heart waiting; just because your love, made my own heart skip a beat? Lay your love gently on my heart, listen to my soul; my motivation’s sway. Sincerely you will find, my every heartbeat’s trying, but your deep love so, overwhelms my heart and soul!
My shoes, indicative of an old sole; years are irrelevant, tears inevitable. Fear, plays no role in determining, my sole’s worth. This old soul of mine, stitched, enriched. Etched deep within my being; I am, an old soul. Wise beyond years, because, deeply love peers. Helping my soul, withstand cascading tears. At the crux, of life’s systematic flux, love’s enduring nexus. On the other foot, with situation reversed; will always put best foot forward, to walk a mile. Within depth of my sole, weariness takes its toll. Some days, I slip into the day with ease, but mostly, I lace up my heart, tangibly gird my soul. So juxtapose, when life’s briskness sways, brushing up against my sole. My heart, won’t be at risk tripping, over a wayward ego. Days, when the sun doesn’t shine, love’s endearing reign seeps, causing my whether proofed soul, become drenched… deeply. Every day, the never ending quest, not to beat my chest, but pass love’s endless test. My sole’s conquest, my heart knowing; distance overcomes the miles. Love isn’t a contest, but heartfelt moments, swayed by its soulful context. In living, we ponder bodies getting buffed, not realizing, our souls are getting scuffed. Acting tuff, until someone calls our bluff; our facade wearing it well, but our posture has its tell. To those whom we love, we must be willing to bare our soul, show our vulnerability. Soles of our feet, taking the first step, towards healing, enlightenment. Oh, my soul, reminiscing the days of old, of a sole so bold; rejecting capitulation, longevity’s toil. New horizons, life’s traversing of an old sole, one’s heart journeying to deep places. Revealing the fabric of your soul’s innermost; wherewith, love’s instrumental means are found. With every step taken, unearthing its enableable breadth, love’s sublime meaning!
The light, the rhythm, the rhyme, cascading sands of time. Beneath electric stars, heavens gaze, divine hue dancing through and true. Every heartbeat, swaying to the rhythm of love’s breathtaking light; knowing, love deeply sways, hum-drum’s rhythmic blues, giving way to love’s symphonic cues. So, moments the soul can’t shake, what rattles, won’t roll off one’s heart; all its symbolic rhythm not seeming fake. In heartache’s wake, breath takes, serenity makes; sorrow’s light quakes. Rhythm of love doesn’t hum and haw, gracefully its light dawns. Some hearts sway right, some sway wrong; tethered to love, everything it touch is a song. Question is, hashtags, hash marks; lines crossed; will you its will, be its light? A change of heart, change of mind, souls swayed by the rhythm of the changing times. Rhythm of seasons, rhyme of reasons, texturized by the light of love’s ornate creason. And if, friends, your rhythm stumbles, it’s another moment to be humble. Put your best foot forward, to let the rhythm love’s light prove, it will never succumb. The heart’s simplistic percussion, of the soul’s holistic concession. The rhythm of love’s light, its enlightened breadth the sway, illuminating our innermost!
Of a perpetual bride, her heart cannot hide, her soul, drowning within love’s crimson tide. Her soul swept away, perpetually blushing, love knows her name. For no reason, her heart moved to tears, reminiscing the years, endearing love soothing her fears. Her mind never pondering, heart never wondering He loves me, he loves me not; does he truly love me? Oh, her love, isn’t tied up in knots. His love, not words, deeply says all her heart needs to know; I love you, dearly. Therefore, why would she ever bridle her tears? When, never-ending, they never need a reason; to winter, spring, summer, Fall. Her perpetual bloom, knows love doesn’t need April showers; to behold love blossoming beautifully. Love’s ageless stream, cascading through her; a deep river woman, is she. Her heart, beaming breathlessly. Her soul, reinvigorated inhaling its scent, love’s perpetual loom. Telling her softly, provoking her to once again; unbridled her heart and soul, jump the broom. Be one, with a heart well groomed, who forever makes room, never allowing love to assume. And even though, a heart’s posture will shift its position. Deep down, devoted love the never-changing decision; fertile love, needs room to bloom. Knowing, perpetual battles, just perennial cycles, which needs love’s perpetual breadth. To make every deep chasm moment, be what true love only fathom. Tethered hearts, still falling into love’s wedded bliss. Its glory, its story, its timeless muse; of love’s perpetual bloom!
Mommy, to my little heart, your love feels so divine, in my soul so sublime. Softly, tenderly, your love beats my little drum, like a lullaby your heart hums. When my love grows nice and strong, because of you, it will be my heart’s song. You give me the faith to believe, I crawl to know someday; on your love I can stand. And when, my faith questions if I can, your love reassures me. It will always be there, to lend a hand. Your love seeps, it keeps, worry free my worth sleeps. Mama, thank you, for letting my soul feel consoled; curled up within your love. Lying on its strength, hearing a heartbeat’s ballad, love beating through your big beautiful soul. Through, the lens of a baby’s heart, your love is my world, regardless of what my needs may hurl. Mom, you are my protector, my love whisperer, indeed. Just know, when my little heart’s grown, and seeming light years away. Deep inside my soul I know, if my heart feels broken. Your arms are always open, for my soul to run into. Your heartstrings, forever holding on to me. Please know, even when, my love goes through a faze, it’s just a haze; hurting you, in heartfelt ways. Your faithful love, it keeps my faith intact; to profoundly believe, in love’s maternal gaze. You see me, you get me; my every goo, speaks to you. Mummy, whenever, tears blurred my vision, fear make some decisions, your love was never missing. Even when, I choose not to listen; within life’s hush, your voice rings through, your loving still whispers. Mother, may I, take your love to have and to hold; wedded forever my heart and soul. It’s the dearest, your heart the fairest. It gives me faith to believe, give me the resolve to trust; within your love I’ve found rest. Even if, hopes and dreams are fading, your heart is ever shining, in a love worth finding. Teach my heart, preach to my worth, breach the depth of my soul, until your love reaches the place only it alone can fathom. You give life, you are love. It makes my soul so Happy, to know every day; my heart you will be. It’s so sweet, to trust your heart; feel the breadth of your love, resting deeply upon my soul!
*** Happy Mother’s Day, to all the wonderful mothers! May your heart be forever known, for all the love shown! ***
Live strong, live longing, live to be, intentional with your heart. And if, fear comes to steal your joy, tell it with confidence. I won’t be coy, to let you think my heart’s a toy. Love focused, being, loving the best way you know how. To the unknown, never cow, to indecision never bow; love shows intentionally how. Laugh out loud, chuckle at indifference, trying to get your resolve to buckle. Pressure, without measure, faith that stands tall in every whether. Laugh long, live true; it will keep your love accountable. Love, just a symbol, could never be intentionally nimble. To love deeply, live purposefully, laugh spontaneously. True loving, an intentional lifestyle, living a heartfelt freestyle; knowing, laughing never goes out of style. Only, enhances how the heart loves, how the soul lives. How all together, it influences heart and soul, to benefit someone else’s life!
Anthem of the heart, what leaves an impression on the soul, residue of an enduring legacy, a life lived. What, does it truly mean to dream, the Impossible Dream; one’s heart, running into places, the brave dare not go? Can, Any Love find its way, moved by love’s sway? Everyone, needs love no doubt, for every soul, would feel so alone without. Everybody, hopes to someday find love’s bliss, but first, wrap your heart around this. Here and Now, promise to love faithfully. Little Miracles, happen every day; you just, need to be a heart with its love true. Always and Forever, love in your own special way; melt every heart with a smile. Just that, tells them you really care, a heart that would dare; to let your love shine. I believe, in the Power of Love. Every daughter’s heart, moment tethered to their soul’s mate, the request; Dance with My Father. Knowing, A House is Not a Home, without love. It’s, So Amazing, to be loved; how it tugs at the heart, like a stringed instrument. And, when love’s absolutely pure, it feels like a lyrical ballad; saying. Love, it’s All About You, not about me. “There is no one more beautiful, than you are to me, and I am proud to know, I’m here by your side. Let my love be the sway, the sunshine that brightens up your way,” what, a faithful heart provides. Becoming two hearts, two hearts beating as one, love!
Luther Ronzoni Vandross Jr, 1951-2005. He was an American soul and R&B singer, songwriter, and record producer, widely known as the “Velvet Voice”. He sold over 40 million records worldwide, achieved eleven consecutive RIAA-certified platinum albums, and won eight Grammy Awards, including Song of the Year in 2004 for “Dance with My Father”. He was also inducted into the National Rhythm & Blues Hall of Fame and the Grammy Hall of Fame.
This post, a montage of some of my favorite Luther songs. Something, I’ve been looking to write for the last few years, but haven’t had the time. Like so many other artists, whose voices have left a lasting impression. Whitney Houston, Kenny Rogers, who I’ve written posts about in the past. Hopefully, this post resonates! Apr 25, 2025
If you would like to read, Kenny’s Montage I shared in 2022, Here: is the link.
The Tag: A soul, producing heartfelt prose, a heart releasing its symbiotic film. Layers of the heart’s innermost, revealing the soul’s cinematic story!
The Plot: Sometimes, in life our soul can feel trapped; a heart under fire, feeling no one has your back. But, make up within heart of hearts, your resilience will never give in, will never surrender to fear of the unknown. The battles our soul faces, build character, the fears our heart slays, strengthen confidence, emboldening our resolve. Beyond every horizon, faith abounds, found within hope’s renown!
A eMotion Picture:
When, the day won’t let your heart be, soul struggling to breathe. The breathless moments, the battles that leave a heart feeling vulnerable, truth be told. When, indifference tries to blindside your soul’s resolve, ambushed your hopes, plot against your daydreams. Your soul, caught within the crossfire of needs, your heart facing an insurgent of wants. Your heart and soul, deep within the trenches of life, battling on-slot of emotions. Heart and mind conflicted, anxiety, being vindictive. Love, doing its best to reign, but oh, the illusive nature of tear’s diabolical rain. Grace under fire, wayward thoughts scheming with stress; to abandon core beliefs. The heart, cleaving to one’s hopefulness, prudence will prevail. The battle for mind, body, soul; the struggle that rises with the dawn. Mind asking the heart, do you have the strength to endure, fighting for the health of your soul. Words pierced deeply, a bleeding heart, overwhelmed by the incoming. If, love has the final say; it’s a triumphant heart, wielding an endearing outlook!
Battle scars, never defines the soul’s resilience, exposed, never indicative of a heart losing, just tested; vested. If ever, night becomes the heart’s daunting foe, relinquish to it woes, watch as into the abyss it goes. A barrage of lies, deeply wounded do pry, but will never penetrate, armor of a guarded heart. Though, deep in the pit, seeming like hell. Yell if you must, just don’t cuss. On the cusp, of a soul well knowing thus; always the darkest, before the dawn. While, serving honorably, no need to cover up your flaws. Every heart, at some point must, give an account for its soul’s decision; stood for principles, abandoned just beliefs? During the heat of the moment, a faithful heart endures, trusting the process. Whenever, life drops a bomb, aimed at devastating your beliefs. Even, a heart in tatters, clinging to strands of confidence, its soul unshakable. A soul, finds its greatest reprieve, in knowing its profoundest worth. The encounters, deepening the heart’s preservation. Virtue of its courage, while yet under fire!
This post, inspired by an American war drama film, released in 1996; courage under fire, starring Denzel Washington, and Meg Ryan. I haven’t watched it in years, but have seen it a few times, to remember the plot. It came to mind yesterday, and thus a peak into my heart. Hope you enjoyed it, and if you haven’t seen the movie, check it out, it’s worth watching!
A Love Story! 
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