In every aspect of nature’s breadth, its essence, harmonics of its song. The melody rings, its harmony sings, joy it brings. In every dawn, the heart fawns, breath calms. Soul swayed, lyrically played, moved by nature’s divine presence. Birds sing, bees hum, heartstrings strum, to the breathless beauty of nature’s sum. Come one, come all, answer the call, in love to fall. Seasons change, reason remains, nature stakes its claim. The ambience, the texture, growth a perspective of time. Days we name, pictures we frame, fear we tame. Its colorful complexities, the capture of love’s beautiful necessities, giving its wonderful opportunities. To do, to be, live in harmony. Heart and soul’s rhythmical expression, emboldened by love’s eclectic muse, the symphonic sound of its allure. Nature’s charm, time’s subtle arm, love that does no harm. Summer’s steeze, autumn’s breeze, winter’s freeze, baring springtime’s squeeze. Indifference, love not enamored, with all that jazz, heart not blinded, by meaningless razzmatazz. Instead, the soul moved by the simplicity of love’s poetic symphony. How it flows, how it shows, it glows, how it grows. Momentary blues, giving way to blissful hues, life’s treasured clues. What nature creates, heart contemplates, what the mind can’t debate, love conquers hate. Heartfelt impressions, every soul’s confession, giving credence to its inevitability. Time and space, serves to precipitate humanity and nature’s destiny; in harmonious progression!

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Have anyone ever said, your heart is showing? Did someone say recently, your love shows, I see your heart? Can everyone truly say, you display unwavering compassion, and it’s refreshing? Don’t, let your love be a production, just a show. A dramatic play of words, but yet a thoughtless soliloquy; an act one, scene two, but having no character. Endearing love, a show of strength, of affection, of support, of gratitude. Appreciation for, not seeming like a meaningless exercise. But, showcasing the heart and soul, showing the true beauty of its color, deep crimson hue. Love, doesn’t need to put on a show, to be deemed visibly authentic. If it hides itself in plain sight, there will never be a display, of its wonder. Provoking one’s intellect to ponder, does it demonstrate as genuine? Deep love shows, is shown, is showing; the unveiled breadth of its manifestation. Vulnerability is real, the struggle isn’t what it prevents, but what it won’t allow to be seen. A heart hidden, is not concealed by flesh, but cloaked in one’s fear of the unknown. Will your heart be trampled on, will your love be abused, will your trust be broken; what if, what if, what if? Every day, heart gives love the courage, to rise from the ashes. Faith’s substance, gives hope the freedom. To act, let the heart be vulnerable, for love’s sake. Love never needs to show off, but will always show up, and shows through. In times such as these, the show, must go on, be that proverbial heart, on display!

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The reasoning, heart weighing the logical approach, with sound logic. Two hearts, yet one, defying equatable perception, yet reconcilable, though perceived differences. Two sided discussion, rooted in rationalized engagement, becoming two hearts squared, instinctively. Even minded, leveled headed symmetry, balanced with synergy. Pluses, but yet minus what’s needed, creates lack of cohesiveness, unreasoned within its outcome. Resolve, can never evolve, if relevant logic doesn’t elevate, both heart and mind. Therefore, for two equal but opposite characteristics, to be synchronized positively? Complexity of hearts at odds, logically resolved evaluating the dilemma in its totality. Sometimes, there’s a disconnect, but at some point the reconnect. Finding the common sense connection, what logistically brings to bear a needed resolution. Fixated on the problem, not the pathway to enlightenment, a logical perspective never attained. Short-sided comprehension, never the framework of the heart’s realized understanding. More than what the mind knows, the heart needs to vigorously extrapolate, what becomes of the prudent deduction; love’s inevitability!

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