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!
Real love, never mind over what matters. The right mindset, it’s a heart matter. Not about what the mind rather, but, the heart not leaving love in tatters. The right mindset, the heart making room, never letting the mind presume, that it’s what has love’s ear. A heart in fear, making the wrong decision. An indifferent mindset, swayed by attitude, the reciting of meaningless platitudes. The disregarding, the heart’s holistic aptitude, which gives breadth to the soul’s altitude. Food for thought, never to engage the heart in part, every thought taken captive. How, it becomes heart to heart from the start. Sweet-heart’s, love within one’s soul making the mundane, darling in its expression. Every heart, not always on the same page, intellectually, may not be in tune, vocally. Not always in sync, inherently, but that doesn’t mean, souls can’t be in harmony, wholeheartedly. We, don’t have to be deeply entwined, indubitably, don’t have to become like minded, necessarily. To make it possible, for love to be in one accord, faithfully. Heart on the level, its mindset perceived through the lens of love’s perspective. In every season, having its proverbial heart-set, right!
So many, wanted to affirm my worth, but yet, never engaged my soul. My heart, only one dimension in being. They, didn’t have the means to marry, my heart and soul. What, makes the totality of every decision whole. Every, true investor knows, a lasting heartfelt plan, is never about the man, or what’s in his hand. Love’s heart to heart foundation, starts with the end in mind, the investment into love being sustainable. Love, in its most loving capacity, the trust built on sound advisory, does it speak volumes? Its finality, love so profitable, its benefits are financially sound. A love so priceless, silver and gold, lose its luster, in comparison. Love’s advice, never let your heart be miss led. It’s not what’s in your head, what lays gently on the bed; but, what transcends. Love, doesn’t have need of a best friend, it seeks a friend indeed. What, helps the heart heed, and lets the soul feed, on the sum of its goodness!
My consultee, wifey, for the he-man in me. Her loving investment, astutely advises this serious cat, to her I tip my hat. She’s a counselor to my heart, a gentle guide for my soul, a consultant to my hopes, a confidant to my dreams. Mutual interest, the fundamentals to love’s profitability. Life, the teacher every soul learns from. As for me, and my heart, love tutors my soul. Best advice, never reciprocate charitable love, through a legalistic lens, or it won’t therefore, become its holistic encounter. She, an aide to my soul, a helper to my heart. Her love’s so bold, never hesitating to inform my ego, you’ve been told. Her heart with no holds barred, her love never cold, never undersold. So, what supposed my heart to do, but fold; initiate dearest love, investing into my honey’s do, the due. Not try to fix her heart, but invest in her worth, love her unconditionally. And why not, when she is, forever will be. My heart’s, most trusted adviser!
Woke up, took a breath, “Next to you.” Watched as love slept, looking like an angel. My heart, trying not to awaken its beauty. My soul, kissed it ever so gently, but, beautifully love smiled at me. Whoa, the kiss upon my lips, love’s forever kiss upon my soul. Rolled out of bed, bowed my head; prayed to be enlightened. Brushed my teeth, dressed my hope, checked my faith; whatever the day holds. Heart and soul, humming in tune; love’s anthem. Breakfast was wonderful, love’s kiss made it even sweeter; the sugar within my sweet… tie. My heart was focused, but my gaze still dazed, of love’s a-maze. Processed out the door, deviated a bit from the usual. Stopped to get gas, and like always, the clerk uttered the usual; any car wash, lottery ticket. Car was clean, and though I don’t play the lottery, wife likes to play sometimes. Bought a scratcher, we won seven million. The lottery office near, so without fear, I went there first. A few minutes down the road, a house was on fire, with a lady screaming; save my baby. No hesitation, ran in and rescued the baby, gently placed the baby in the mother’s arms. With tears, loving was the embrace, with hugs and kisses; what a sight to behold!
Processed to the office, but a cat was stuck in a tree, so I rescued it. Picked up the winnings, but realized it was more than we would ever need. So, use half to help eradicate world hunger, which makes every breath stronger. Donated some to various charities, giving hearts better clarity. Gave some, to help discover a cure for cancer, deep down, every soul’s a graceful dancer. The rest, enough to pay off some bills, and live a moderate lifestyle, what more does anyone truly need? The news heard about it, wanted to interview my heart. But instead, quoted them this, “Life’s greatest treasure, not what gives awe and wonder, but what love makes the heart ponder.” They were befuddled, the clarity of my words not muddled. When I got back home, kissed my wife, told her about my Amazing Day. And how, the best moment was when, I WOKE UP, NEXT TO YOU!!
*** Even though, parts of this story, likened to fiction. Truth is, before leaving in the morning, what precedes is actual. And, who’s to say, an adventure doesn’t await? The question is, what would your story be? As for me, and my heart, reality would be this. If I had millions of dollars, it would definitely be used, for life’s meaningful purposes. My love’s claim, will never be about fame, but what a heart and soul proclaims, its breadth ascending love’s angelic plane. A heart consumed with amassing, not living life’s substance, a soul missing its true destiny. The best part of my day, simply this, my heart awakening to love’s kiss, and returning home, greeted by love’s embrace! ***
Thankfulness, its humility evident, within a grateful heart. A heart deeply thankful, for its health, its strength. One’s appreciative soul, its perspective through the lens of a cognitive source. Thankfulness, embraces the significant little truths, knowing there’s nothing insignificant, about the life choices we choose. Allowing our souls an opportunity, to give thanks for the little things, and the joy it brings. What tugs the heartstrings, makes the heart sing. Moments of peace, happiness, that resides deep within every breath you take. What the heart can’t fake, what problematic moments can’t shake. What behooves, what moves, what makes the soul groove. Swayed by the roof over your head, the heart snuggles in a warm bed. Knowing there’s food on the table, making your soul able, to thrive, not just survive. Thankfulness humbles, when circumstances say, it’s okay to grumble. Not realizing, that’s how indifference tumbles, down that proverbial slippery slope. But, that’s the difference with gratefulness, at your lowest, hope meets you there. Where, it reveals the heart, exposes your soul, realigning your posture. Becoming a heart, never letting its soul take anything for granted. Some paths we choose, sometimes we lose… heart, but the journey will inevitably be, a moment to always give thanks, in everything!
*** Here in Canada, we celebrate our thanksgiving in October, and for all my American friends, celebrating thanksgiving in November; Give Thanks… Always!
Love, when my thoughts become wild and indifferent, rein in my mind. When, my heart races to be right, but loosing sight, that every pursuit needs to still be love making every heartbeat skip, rein in my heart. When, comforting words seems misplaced, my soul struggling to render love’s most endearing expression, reign in my soul. Whenever, life’s problems are out of my control, but the real struggle, keeping emotions from building up passionless barriers, reign in my life. If, my words ever become insensitive and tasteless, trying to preach but not to teach… me. That love as just a verb, without elements of its healing herb, leaves a bad taste, rein in my words. In a position of change, not the same as a position of influence, love’s reign being its confidence. The moment one’s heart realizes, storms don’t come to drown one’s soul, but to test resolve, embolden one’s spirit, to perceive beyond the peripheral. One’s life finds meaningful solace, in knowing words won’t overcome, what the heart needs to let reign. Love’s rein empowers, what the gravity of every encounter needs to become, its heartfelt reign!
It doesn’t matter, how many breaths it takes to breathe, take a deep breath. It doesn’t matter, how many attempts it takes for your faith to believe, trust the process. It doesn’t matter, how many times your hope loses its balance. Dust off your heart, so your soul can rise from the ashes. It doesn’t matter, how many times your dreams hit a wall. Don’t fall for the lie, that daydreams are inconsequential. Optimism’s creed, a consistent mindset, quintessential indeed. When, a heart arrives at a place, where love emboldens its innermost? A heart and soul will profoundly say, hello hopes, hello dreams, hello faith, hello peace, hello joy, hello strength; Love, come on in, to my horizon. The moment, your heart is opened up to see, love’s breadth resides within, what your soul needs know; I Am, free!
Love’s Letters, to a heart’s story!
Hello, heart, can I ask you this, do you hear it, the constant knocking? It’s me, Love, at the door of your heart. Waiting, for you to let me in; into your hopes, into your dreams, into all what love seems. When your soul says hello, my whisper echoes, let my triumph be. The poetry in your eMotion, the motion in your motivation. When you were a child, back before life took the innocence. Love, made you smile, held you close, made you believe, with love in your heart, you could do anything; you, had me at hello. But then life, all its woes, the unsavory does. Tic tac toe, two steps forward… hello. When, life takes its toll, I Am, willing to deliver these letters; L.O.V.E, to your battle scarred soul, your heart as a whole. To let it cover you, from life’s reign. Love is never typical, its reciprocal, hello. What, should every heart know about love, it comes knocking, to give you its peace, its joy, its strength; just say, hello!
A Love Story! 
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