Unconditional love, reveals itself in the best of times, even in the worst of times, especially in times of need; for we are. It doesn’t matter, if our hearts are the nearest, if love given the dearest. We, could never be people divided, if hearts connected, souls living in harmony. Prospering together, united forever, heartfelt humanity. As brothers, as sisters, as kindred spirits; sharing our hearts, our hopes, our love story being our bond, to infinity and beyond. Family, not about eyes wide open to see, but one’s heart, not closed off to perceive, letting the heart receive. True love, never needs a reason to be, just the desire to cleave. Heirs, and joint heirs, hearts giving the best of. Differences, doesn’t make our perception unique, it just makes our perspective indicative, of who we are deep down. Family, lift each other up, stand in the gap, to be a pillar of strength, hence. Sheath tolerance, and love will surely wield expectance. “If pricked, shall not one’s heart bleed? If tickled, shall one’s soul, not laugh out loud?” Live long and prosper, together; not a figment of science fiction, but love’s noble quest, where togetherness boldly goes!
Family; people, or group of peoples, regarded as deriving from a common race; human. An extended hand, is a heart, extended!
I have a frugal heart, but my love never cheap, it reaps because it sows. Love is an investment, to my sweet lady, give it generously; no wasted days, wasted nights. Cherish the love we have, cherish the life we live. Love is the truest wealth, my frugal heart has it in abundance, and I’m, saving all my love for you, a heart in need. Pennies a day, penny lover, my love won’t cost a thing; penny for my thoughts, your love has so enriched my soul. Oh, if I can be so bold, no change is needed. If truth be told, you’ve given so much love to this frugal heart of mine. Excess love, my frugal love is, the entire sum that affords my heart and soul. My heart, would surely have no worth, if all the riches in the world were what caused my soul to be bankrupt. My frugal love, would never cost any heart a dime, or be eclipsed by time. My heart, frugal for one inherent reason, my love would be enough, available always. Many hearts, spend so much energy chasing after things, that when the time comes their love is spent, their heart was never frugal. A frugal heart, never careless with its words, or its provision. Love seeps, so not to overwhelm with the breadth of its portion. Love’s doesn’t deprive, it derives from its frugalness, found within the beauty of its bounty!
In the middle of life’s journey, island, and streams. Where, silent rivers run deep, traversing the breadth therein, along the sands of time. My island, submerged within the midst of love’s deepest ocean. Its unfathomable depth, lies deep within a peace I’ve come to know. A place, my soul calls home, a love my heart hones. Love’s quiet streams, cascading gracefully, flowing deeply. Warm tropical islands, breathless shores, footprints in the sand, hand in hand. Love carries, breath sustains, gaze captures, by the beautiful riverside. Tender love is divine, its dedication sublime, stand the test of time. Islands and stream, no waves in-between, for love casts its reprieve. Hearts relying on each other, one heart to another, holding its word, sailing love’s horizon. When moments seem, coraled stream’s edge, jagged water’s ridge, never deserted island’s pledge. An island with everything, still nothing if you’ve got no one, to make its streams become something, refreshing. So, row, row, row love’s boat gently down the stream, merrily it finds hopes and dreams. A heart, not letting its soul lose sight of what matters, what deepens life, broaden one’s intuitive sea; beyond islands, within streams!
My heart, has never claimed to be eloquent, what’s deep down, what needs to be evident, what’s spoken for be relevant. My soul, bound by its vow, my heart tethered to the know how, to be married to its conviction. The moment, my heart jumped the broom, my soul was groomed to make room. In a world, wanting to silence your voice. What they fail to understand, for many years, my voice lived deep within a silent river. Drowning breathlessly, in an introverted see, of what my heart perceived. When, a child realizes his father, refuses to acknowledge his worth, mother was too preoccupied with life. His heart, could have found itself lost, within the depth of the silence. But, my words reserved, to let my soul be preserved, my heart be deserved, of being spoken for. Not enough, could have been the narrative, but my heart found an alternative. The spirit inside, said my heart was so much more, than what hopelessness deceives. In the midst of life’s battles, within the valley of shadows, my heart didn’t fear the unknown. My soul, persevered within the trenches, my heart kept focused under fire. It’s been tested, now it’s vested. A heart not ashamed, to let the story be known, what has been fortified. Pictures my heart paints, texturized by what my soul knows, profoundly framed in the meaning of its portrayal. And now, the words my soul finds, bleeds inked from the bottom of my heart, revealing they’re spoken for. When, the trajectory of my story, could have been predictable. The worth I found deep within, made it tenable. Within the stillness of my soul, Love made it known, my heart, spoken for!
The bye and bye, giving yesteryear its kiss, and say goodbye. Within the new, from time to time the heart will cry, remembering the bye and bye, how love wiped away tears, giving the soul wings to fly. Every heart, has encountered the saddest days of life. But hearts profoundly flourish, when we stop living looking behind, at what was. Sometimes, life calls with a bit of bad news, I want to hold you back; but good news, this too shall pass. A heart knowing how to weather the cold, never whethers if love’s warmth it will behold. In a world, where so many hearts just survive, clinging to the bye and bye. Like honey, love thrives, within the crevices of its hive. The road ahead is long, but the journey makes one’s resolve strong. So, mountains won’t have its way, valleys don’t have any sway. Tell life’s sorrows, the missteps of the past bye-bye, adios, cheerio, sayonara, arrivederci. So long, farewell; adieu, to you and you and you. I hate to go, but my heart’s not willing to miss this pretty sight; my worth’s awakening. What we have, what makes the heart and soul sing, embraced forevermore, in the here and now!
On the road called life, the search for one’s purpose, the trek to boldly go, where love has its sway. Time to time, in love’s journey we get lost, just trying to find ourselves. One moment, the hills seem so alive, with the sound of music. Then, in the blink of an eye, the music fades. The silence so deafening, it’s shattered dreams. But, Hope comes knocking at your soul, helping pick up the pieces of your heart. And, another quest to discover, rediscover more of life’s endearing moments, through the lens of love. Every day, for our heart life has a test, the request, do our very best. Within the moments, in every season rediscovering destiny’s reason. Love’s trajectory destined, swayed by resolve’s perception. The cusp of every breath’s beginning, relying on the heart’s breathless expedition, uncovering the nuances of love’s every breadth. Along the heart’s quest, love lights a candle, the soul guided by the wick of its hue. Navigating life, belief from deep within your chest, to reach the attainable crest. Unbearable, never to be mistaken same as unbelievable. Unbearable moments, can’t refute the heart’s unbelievable resilience. Life’s daily quest, to be all you can be, without being so much in haste, forgetting the journey gets us all there, with grace. Hearts persuaded, to chase after your dreams. Worth compelled to live, love, laugh, have your being. Not compromising your soul, trying to fit into someone else’s re-quest. The soul’s quest, to follow your heart, be led by love’s northern star, its quest near or far. The moon, the sun, the stars, revolving in love’s benevolence. During the quest, the inevitable wrestle with our heart and the bear, the sorrows that leave our soul at a loss. But yet, what seems hopeless, has a tendency to leave a heart speechless, with every fearless conquest. A heart with the courage, to fight not just for what’s right, but what in the wee hours, holds our soul tight. Every heartfelt encounter, the quest to be, seen fighting for what we love, the truth in what we believe. The Quest… ion is, do we live the journey, to its fullest?
Love, takes hearts into the new, the journey to find its vista. Renewed hopes and dreams, where darkness can’t sway the light, within an enlightened soul. Love’s wondrous star, lends you its angelic light, to be the radiant beam, emanating within a soul’s benevolent hue. A heart in a place, where beliefs precede new possibilities, begets life’s new opportunities. When night befalls, the soul harkens to hear, love’s endearing call. In you, love is the candle, its flame giving a heart sight. Within the twilight, hope permeates into the dawn. Letting the morning light become, love’s glow penetrating the day. Smiling beautifully, shining endlessly, illuminating life’s essence breathlessly, love’s ray of sunshine. When life comes crashing down, even just a flicker, kindles hopelessness. Love’s wick, sparked by tethered hearts, candled light of love’s vigil, providing comfort within the window of lost souls. Stepping into the new, distinguishes the flame of blue, love’s light lit true. Everyday’s newness, be caring, its breadth be sharing; love, and the grace within. Every heart, elevating its perspective, igniting its soul a new. A children of the light, open to forever let the love within shine!
Why say, true love is not sustainable, when what sustains it, the will to let its breadth take flight. Some hearts say, love can be so exhausting, but what is love, if it doesn’t therefore take your breath, and never digress? Many are under the impression, being a soul’s-mates is a myth. But, what their heart fails to understand, if you chase after the bliss, love’s angelic hue you will surely miss. The secret to love’s lasting beauty, what compels it, what propels it, what undergirds it. Love is not just about feeling, but in seeing, and the being; seeing the need, being willing to act, be an ordinary angel. Showing its wings, love so angelic it sings. Even though, it seems love makes one’s heart blue, it should still remain true. A heart not willing to hide, settle with just giving ordinary love, but all what’s inside. Love, doesn’t have to be daring, just caring. It doesn’t have a winged angle, for its innermost to rise to the occasion. Be a light in the horizon, shines bright at every dawn, soaring to new heights. When you’re at your low, the love will show, like a river will flow, will unsheathe its bow. Ordinary angels, hearts willing to try with you, cry with you. Even with a broken wing, a heart willing to be tethered, will fly with you. Every heart, has within the ability to reveal, amongst us there are, Ordinary Angels!
Christmas, such a wonderful word, inspiring so many, a word etched into the sands of time. Homage to Love’s divine birth, resting so gently on our hearts, a celebration of its beauty. Love, what a beautiful word, its meaning so amazing, its nature truly astounding. Love is a compass, a lighthouse, a song, an ocean. Life, every breath reciting, it’s a wonderful word. Of love’s breadth, of its life breath we need. Oh, to love upon one’s heart, the gift of love every soul longs to receive. WordPress, a wonderful word, of hearts entwined, of kindhearted sublime. Words, they Press, they sway; stay poetically on hearts and minds. Within life’s haze, captures your gaze, affecting the heart in so many ways. During the Christmas season, hearts feel merry, souls feeling serene, seen, through the lens of love’s crimson hue!
Love pressed within, cause words to hum. Some hearts, like to chew gum, every soul, have an elevated sum. So come, my words will highlight some, of WordPress’ allure; their wonderful words, that’s for sure. From Behind the Pen, one’s soul encapsulates a pen’s essence, with words from the heart. Another heart says, Don’t Lose Hope, keep the faith. How, wonderful is it to know, Words of hope have healing. Some, like to share their world through words, and, it’s Shaun’s World; a heart and soul, pressing along the upward way. Some just, Mom with A Blog, looking to shine, not letting negative words define. Another, lay words down by, Riverside’s Peace. There’s one, that doesn’t have heart in the clouds, but on, Kingdom Thoughts, a soul that can’t be bought. There’s a heart with a light, but don’t ever get it twisted. Belladonna’s Flashlight, exercises its due diligence, illuminating fact over feelings. There’s someone, words all about, the Journey Inward, finding enlightenment. Even though, one’s heart has been set free of what was, some feelings linger. Egypt in Mind, try to sway promises of love’s divine journey. There’s a heart, filled with Words of wonder, full of lots to ponder; simply called, My Inspired Life. Within Boundless Blessings, which heart, wouldn’t be inspired, their soul having boundless Words? There’s someone, who wonderfully states just that. And tell me, who doesn’t like, Love, Life, Happiness & More? Life’s mysteries, or of simple quotes to inspire. And, this one is a game changer, wonderful Words to make your heart roar, the soul soar; being Crazy for Christ. And, I would be remiss, if I didn’t mention a heart, Created by Deesign, Sincerely Jan, and her kindred sis, of a Restored Heart, their homeland love will never part. These, WordPress post, some of my favorite things. And truly, it’s a Wonderful Word; Love!
*** Merry Christmas to all, and to all a wonderful night! ***
DJ WCR, on the WordPress ones and twos, spinning love’s tale. The poetry doesn’t flail, the muse won’t derail, love’s rhythm will prevail. When, Love feels at Home!
At home, hearts feel at home, wrapped up within love’s embrace. When, love is in the air, its essence becomes its sweet aroma. Love’s fragrance hue, permeating throughout heart and soul.
In some seasons, the world can seem so cold, love’s reasoning becoming so bold; does, it has a festive hold, its beauty deeply told? In this place, within the depth of one’s heart, love feels at home, resting gently against your soul. A place, where the heart feels whole, deep within your chest, a love’s behest. In heart of hearts, the place where love lingers, let it be, as long as it pleases. Don’t quicken it, unless absolutely certain, your heart will evoke its benevolence. Awaken it, if your soul can arouse its quintessence, your heart faithful to its bidding. Deep down provoked, words could never evict, situations could never offend, passionately will defend its position. Oh, I tell you, love asked of me, and I said I surely won’t, let the moments pass; invoked heart and soul I did. And now, love’s hue resides within places, has made its home in spaces; within my soul, where my heart has never entered. In one’s soul, if there’s a fire burning, love is surely crackling, its flame lit forever. To let passing hearts know, there’s an invitation to be had. In the warmth of love’s breadth, its essence swaddled within its hue. Wrapped up in the gift that keeps giving, the partaking of love’s divine feast. Christmas no exception, by design!
***By design, a collaboration of my late daughter’s spirit and my soul, giving my heart inspiration to create these designs. Each are pieces of different elements; pictures, drawings, paint swatches, inserted and manipulated within several design apps, together creating the final design. To be a legacy in the making, love’s ornate breadth by design!
P.S. The silhouette of someone dancing disco in the top image, picture that being my daughter, who loved 70’s music!
A Love Story! 
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