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Some say, love’s a gamble; it’s a profound blessing. No one is ever lucky in love, an enlightened heart will deeply realize, a point when you will be required — to go all in. Hard work, true dedication; the secret to a love all the way in. Winning or losing, doesn’t play a part contributing to the fact; love holds all the cards. If you never want matters of the heart, to feel like a gamble? Never just roll the dice, or blindly let it all ride; demonstrating to love you’re in it to win it. Love is a tale of perception, a heart trying to just beat the odds; perceptively love calls your bluff. A foolish heart believes its own hype. That certain types of hearts, have love quintessentially figured out. Naivety, plays no part in knowing the moment love is all in. When push and shove collide, fear blinds the heart, making it believe it’s time to double down, when all the moment needs is for love to show all the cards. Genuine love, never a losing hand. When the chips are down, and love’s back is against the wall, it shows out. Hearts, paired just right. Love wholeheartedly committed — All in.
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A faithful soul doesn’t have anything to prove; it simply shows up and shows out. Breadth of its love, its heartfelt demonstration. Genuine love never needs to solicit trust; its word is its inalienable bond. Love isn’t bulletproof; its purest essence bleeds crimson, seeps deeply, so sublime. Real love exhibits the heart of a warrior; faith is its shield, deep love bears its armor. It doesn’t matter how hard love has to fight; it wields its determination with all its might. Battle scars don’t define; evidence love stands the test of time. It’s a deep river, drowning breathless in the depth of its innermost. A heart burns with desire, but doesn’t insulate fireproof; love does fan the flames. Search your heart again and again; if its motives have to be proofread — over and over for clarity — it isn’t love by definition. Deep down love is inspirational, tends to be overwhelmingly emotional, but at its core, meant to be profoundly devotional. True love never needs proof; it reveals unconditionally the heart’s authenticity.
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With every breath you take, can you feel it within your heart? God delights in you? Right here, right now. In this very moment, He’s closer than your very breath. His love expands your horizon, puts wind beneath your wings. Whatever weight your heart may be carrying, He’s holding you within His care. He loves you dearly; let His arms be your safe place — let His peace be your deepest exhale. Remember this when your light seems a little dim: He still delights in you. Your love doesn’t have to shine the brightest — to produce a radiant light. Ignite love incandescent; someone else, might need to see what it would look like, when theirs too shines luminous.
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If I were to admit, I’m not satisfied letting my heart become complacent, thinking there’s never any need to reevaluate the status quo. Repositioning my heart’s posture never allows my mind to think it has the final say. Living your best life will always require your heart to be at the centre of every decision. Would you think that sounds a bit dramatic, or that kind of thinking is a bit over the top? My heart will never be perfect; perfection isn’t a standard to bear, it just leaves your soul bare, revealing imperfections don’t ever make your worth less than. I will say this, I’m down with O.C.D. The obsessive-compulsive disorder, the sticky side of this proverbial label, just a glue used to keep the heart and mind on the same page. No one should ever think they can slap a label on my heart, and believe they have the intricacies of my heart figured out. Living obsessively to see your heart in the right frame of reference, its constant realignment to be a heart indicative of its meaningful compulsion; love’s perspective being the heartfelt purpose. Call it what you will, having an uncontrollable desire to adjust what doesn’t seem right within your heart, only seems a meaningless disorder — through the lens of a blurred perception. When love compels, the rhythm of how your heart beats may seem obsessive; but not if it makes you looking inward, making you day after day wanting to constantly improve, the position of your heart’s posture!
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She’s so groovy, her heart dancing free. You see, her love has never needed anything to prove. Her love swayed so smooth, my heart and soul jumped the line — bought a forty-year ticket, so my heart groove endless abound her soul train. Grooving together, life’s deep beat brought the funk, love sublime brought the fun. Year after year, we both spun the record of our hearts — the one and two, you and me giving love’s dance floor its sweetest vibe. Our Dearest Joy, 80’s funk branded our love its groovy little DJ. The rhythm, the rhyme, vibing to the end of time. My heart captured in the flow, my soul basking in the light of her luminous glow. Yes, her love is such a groovy thang. And even when the lights are a little dim, my heart slow dances to my favourite love song — You are my lady. Sweet lady, words that once got lost all those years ago, whisper its love notes in a timeless way. There’s nothing that I’d rather do, than spend every moment with you. I love you so. You’re everything I needed and more. Keep it coming love, come dance with me. Rest your love on my heart, let its due seep onto the dance floor of forevermore. At no point would my heart, ever be ready to let you go.
*** This piece is a special tribute to my lady, celebrating her sixteenth birthday… again. Her heart and mine, has been grooving on the soul train for 40 years, her sweet sixteen being the first. August 26, 1986. ***
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