Life, portraits of its colorful moments, paints the soul with its vibrant hue. Love, portrayal of its essence, captures the heart with its breadth, the flowery colors of love. Rooted beliefs, a heart grounded, a mind not dug in. Allows the soul to naturally blossom, nature taking its course, for growth to be. Natural beauty, a nurtured picture of love’s benevolence, captivating heart and mind, with its flowered hues!
Today, I’m sharing a collage of pictures taken on my phone over the last few years, and have textured them to be a bit more picturesque! Blessings to everyone!
Heart check, one, two, is the mic on, is my heart and soul in tune? There’s so much to say, will everyone grasp, resonate with the words echoing throughout my soul? Will it just be, words lost in translation? Words echo ABC’s, but how can they know, how days are truly numbered? My heart, knows it well, tomorrow’s never promised; my daughter, her breath lasted only three decades, now rests in peace. And my words, at a loss. But, these words are not about that, so let me tip my hat, and salute the One. Love, gives one’s heart the faith to believe, that words permeating in one’s soul are never lost, just often miss placed. Some words are in haste, leaving a bad taste. Why at every dawn, my soul yawns, my love to never pawn. Every day, open up your heart, to let the sunshine in, and the soul sing. That’s how, love never becomes about me, me, me; a closed off soul, reciting the words la, la, la. Ah, affectionate words are found, within the compassionate breadth of love’s elevated persona. Trying to make its point, enabling the heart to get to the point. Love, has been known to steal one’s heart, take one’s breath, but never leaves you lost for words!
The words I write, expressions of my heart, hundred and forty characters can’t always convey. Words long winded, never purposely to offend, but always meet its intent. Very early, my heart learned the art of reading between the lines. Going beyond mere words, to get a deeper understanding one’s heart, what words alone won’t express. Love in one’s heart and soul, shines brighter than expected, under a transparent lampshade. When love searches the heart, words don’t evade, it bares one’s soul, making the words whole. Even in its silence, it speaks volumes. Oh, if only my lips, could articulate the words, embedded deep within my silent river. Fathomed within the depth of my soul, love has awakened my words, giving my heart its story to tell. My words, will never get lost, finding its way from head to heart. My heart is the pen, love the crimson ink, giving my words substance. For love vows, syllables vowels, of A.E.I.O.U, and sometimes Y… do hearts think it’s a probability; love’s story could ever become, a heart lost for words?
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!
In the meadows, the encounter, the story of time’s resilience. The days, the years, the moments, the growth; love transcending time, total eclipse of the heart. Love’s moving journey, no soul evading its capture, its captivating tug on heartstrings. Lives cross, hearts intertwine, time vowing to be true. His soul travels, her heart waits, becoming time’s intuitive revelation. Time travels, hope floats, deep love stands test of time. Love, doesn’t kill time, it illuminates the mind. Make memories, embrace the moments, celebrating each other, time vanishing before eyes. Life makes the heart learn, love makes the soul yearn, time makes you discover, love doesn’t fear unknown. Time was, time is, love traverses the breadth, of time and space. In time’s fate, the heart dates, the soul mates, mind relates. The complexities of time, overcome by the power of love. The mind wanders, the heart searches, time enlightens reality. Love persuades, gives meaning to a traveling soul!
* This post, a take on a movie I’ve watched a few times, and again this weekend. It’s a love story, based off a book, with the same title, made into a movie in 2009. It’s a story, about love’s resilience, a man who keeps vanishing, in and out of time, and a woman who falls in love with him, and later marries him, but he still keeps traveling. There’s no violence, no guns, no swearing, a movie differently worth watching, the end just might have you in tears!
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!
Love is daring, for it dares to care, even in the most difficult times. So, many hearts give up the fight, give in to flight. Not willing, to let their heart be vulnerable, letting love bare their soul, it’s fearlessness. Love, doesn’t require nerves of steel, an armor to protect its exposed heart of flesh, it wields its compassion valiantly. It’s embolden to be, not admired for its act, but through its benevolent lets its gallantry speak. Life’s battles are won, when indifference is overcome, by the prevailing power of love. Some, put on a brave face, it’s with a brave heart, a conquering spirit is forged. Its determination, wins the day, love’s strength never yielding, to any abstract fear. Love, doesn’t need a fancy repertoire, to be reputable within its own right. Stature, doesn’t make one’s love courageous. Might of its courage, dependent on nothing else, but the strength of its character. With its breadth, its depth discovered, the secrets of its innermost. Love, doesn’t demand of you respect, just offers to you its faithfulness, leaving you to ponder its thoughtfulness. Its boldness, its grit, its fortitude; the essence of its Gallantry!
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!
Time, representation of movement, showcasing its wheelhouse, the means of its existence. Momentous in its evolution, revolutionary in its ability, to span time’s evolutionary provision. Its song, classical; its style, classy. An historic antique, a display of time’s vintage persona. Its era, a perpetual moment in time!
Her Timeless Glow
The breadth of her glow, emanates the depth of her being. Her intrinsic beauty, the radiance of her presence, the quintessence of her essence. Her timeless glow, perpetual, within her labor of love!
Timeless Display
Traversing time, moves the prevailing hands of time. Breathless it moves, timeless it becomes, life’s perpetual compass. Leading the soul, to encounter its forevermore. With bated breath, with every newly wedded breadth, it was, it is, will yet be-come, the passage of existence!
*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!
Forever, by any other name, will be just as sweet, knowing the fragrance of its essence. Always, by any other definition, still sweetens the sense of its favor. If it’s then, or now, in life’s holistic Forever, the totality of the season, bares its sweet reason, time, is but a distraction. Days, months, years, how love cares, determines how the heart fares. Love is, candle in the wind, the less it flickers, more profound it will Always burn. Every heart, wants their cake, but what does it make, if not layered by the soul’s sweetest desire. Sharing, caring, wishing, upon love’s starlit night, candles illuminate moonlight. Balloons and flowers, chase after the hours, but, it’s in loving moments, Forever’s sweetness, transcend limited chases. Sweet tea, Sweetie, has one thing in common, honey. Every day, I take it to the bank, her love is money. Don’t get it twisted, years has shaken, but steadily if sweetened, Always be stirred. Love, may not Always seem pleasant, but if true, will Forever be pleasing. Hearts are not Always agreeable, but if respectable, Forever makes it acceptable. Words said, not Always delightful, but when spoken in love, Forever makes the journey beautiful!
Today, is my sweetie’s birthday, she’s sixteen again. Fun fact, thirty eight years ago, the summer of 86 we met, making her sixteenth birthday the first birthday we celebrated together. And though, time reminisces, love’s timeless melody lingers, always and forever!
Life is an adventure, a journey love provides, with space to play. To park your heart, letting the soul run free; at times recreationally, but always, intentionally. Hide and seek, what hearts play, trying to evade being noticed, worth guarded against the unknown. But, when you’ve been seen, that’s the moment your heart knows, it no longer has to hide. Hash-Tag, you’re it, the one to share the most intimate places of the soul. Life’s whimsical beauty, hand in hand with love’s playful hue. Its freedom, laugher, the amusement; friendship’s muse. Heart to heart, skipping within life’s moments. The heart knowing how to the soul frolic, hopscotching love’s ease, throwing caution to the wind. In the ups and downs, the bar set, embracing the love you get. Real love, doesn’t need to play games, it’s unparalleled. He saw, she saw, life’s a seesaw, heart’s traversing grassy plains. The tangible moments, leaves the soul breathless. Young at heart, just a state, never the debate. It doesn’t let fate, dictate, the role love plays. Life, love’s favorite merry-go-round, breadth revolving, the story evolving; endearingly throughout heart and soul, love’s playground!
A Love Story! 
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