Category: love

Of its Sublime Cape-Ability!

The confidence, the incredible resilience, every gaze held with the sheer strength of your posture. How do you do it, see into me with such piercing hope? Tell it to my heart, how did you break down fortified walls, again and again? The intuitive way so much is accomplished, seeming with just a single breath, must surely be a superpower. How, do I ever explain it to my soul, how time fades for a heart feeling captured, within the arms of an incandescent force. Yet, within the depth of an insulated fortress, that place, this space, my soul. Vulnerability and its cryptic sway, inhibitions kept at bay, profound sincerity released in a tangible way. Irrevocably heartfelt breadth walks a mile, understanding every breath does reconcile. Knowing, inevitably every exhale becomes more than what exists within a heart, but what within a soul transcends momentary bliss. When a crimson heart stands tall, monumental becomes the fall, into the deep ocean’s call. Hence, no pretense, just the consequential evidence. Superwoman, your heart reveals its radiance, and if your love is cape-able to do all this; how can this mere man’s love, not empowered to become? Why, would my soul ever believe my love could be powerless; its inalienable breath being of my cape… ability? More than words, but of love’s endearing might, its light coursing through the breadth of my humanity!

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The Defender!

Heart to heart, Love defends!

Truth, its aura even if mild-mannered yet profoundly just, powerfully defends your heart with inalienable might. From the depth of your being Hope swoops in, its breadth swaying cape-able, be the defender of your heart’s posture. Faith, with laser-like focus, its faithful ability has power that will transcend mere physical restraints. The greatest of these, Love. Its passion stands tall, ready to answer the call; its unfathomable resilience wields such compassion, able to break a heart from its chains of doubt and despair with care. The texture of its essence, inner woven within the fabric of its tapestry. With unbelievable instinct, Love leaps into action, with resolute aspirations. Acts with open arms, to safeguard you from harm, heroically with its charm. Love is patient, kind; never brag or boast of its strength, hence. Love’s presence hovers instinctively, takes you by the heart intuitively. In a flash ready to aid, in heartfelt dash not afraid to show vulnerability; its inability to withhold grace. With overwhelming confidence bares its innermost humanity; past grievances never rehashed. True Love shelters, shields, intentions revealed; protect your heart and soul with unwavering zeal, regardless of how it feels. A defender of Truth, of Hope, of Faith; never looking to be called a hero, just what has no pretense, Love!

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Pressed up Against!

Love’s breadth, its essence presses against my heart, gives my soul oxygen to exhale. Whenever, I substitute it with my own breath, it becomes just a-gasp. Deep love not letting the very air I breathe, be in essence another ordinary breathtaking moment, its quintessence not being of its ornate breadth permeating within. When life intervenes love takes my breath, puts my heart in its place. So the vantage point can be the perspective from whence love sustains, and life my heart has strength to restrain. You see, love has me by the heart, takes my soul’s breath to precipitous heights. Love’s actions of a heartfelt soliloquy, acting out with no desire for dramatic effect, just act wholehearted elect. Through an optical lens love lends itself to be, a heart lensed with focus being love’s most optimal perception. Of my heart would never suffice, if my soul not pressed to understand love’s true gravity, exhaled through depth of one’s enlightenment. Moonlight, star bright, love hold my breath within thy endearing might. Make my gaze thy sunlight, my soul never slip through thy enduring spotlight. My soul taking flight, giving my heart better sight. Love having its way, every enlightened breadth swaddled in its sway. Love’s gentle nudge pushing against life’s overbearingness, its faithfulness not willing to budge. No space in between, love pressed up against a heart’s most impressionable place, with breathless haste!

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Love Incandescent! 

Love, oh love, what will you have of my heart, my soul forevermore? Shall I dedicate to you the most illuminated place within my being, fledge you will forever be my most precious treasure? Oh, love, why are you so needy; you won’t let my complacency become? Even in my most darkest moment, you tug gently on my heartstrings. Making it known, my soul has vowed to never let circumstances change, how my heart illustrates the nature of your radiance. Of my incandescence, your glow, the show, the brilliance of your afterglow. Wholeheartedly you ask of me, but of my heartache you refuse to partake. Incandescent, oh love, you enlighten within me the evidence, embolden me to showcase with confidence. Even if it leaves me utterly vulnerable, my heart being exposed will surely reveal, your irrevocable light shining incandescent throughout the crevices of my soul. Knowing, lifetime of searching the deepest spaces of my heart, the weightless gravity would transcend meaningless perceptions… of love. This, my soul has come to know, incandescent love ignites of a tangible wick, waxed perpetually thick. Love’s crimson hue, its eternal flame burning incandescently brighter than what mere eyes perceive. Its ever-glow being more than just a fluorescent performance. But the raging fire within one’s heart and soul, the embodiment of its transfigured word. Love, let fleeting passion be more than a strong emotion, but the deep compassion of love’s incandescent flame!

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My May-Flower!

My May-Flower

Love, you’re the essence of a flower, fragrant, rich, vibrant, nuanced. From the depth of my soul, I tell you the truth; your picturesque beauty, all my soul will ever need. May I, evermore celebrate your sway, speak deeply of your pleasing way? It’s August, but in perpetuity my May flower. Hour after hour, love’s reign yields its beautiful shower. Love, may my heart take this moment to savor its rosary, give love’s breadth its due? Can my soul, relish its flowery nature, the sweetness of love’s crimson hue. Oh heart, don’t be silly, hope floats like deep rivered water lily; while breathtakingly hearts drown in love’s ocean. Love gazes breathless, with the scent of misted Daisy, love’s delightful kiss upon my tulips. You see, the summer of 86 there was A-gust, a cool introverted breeze, by love my heart seized, forever swept away. Sixteen candles, wished upon a star, but who can see that far. Yet, the winds of time blew, and the years flew, of love’s reign its heavenly dew. My May-flower, of heart’s wedded bliss, this, love’s cascading mist. Love, may I, pour from my soul of your overflowing well, what makes a heart swell; love, etched within the pages of my story’s poetic tell!

*** This week is my wife’s birthday, we met in the summer of 86, that August we celebrated her sweet sixteenth birthday. My May-flower she became, when we married May of 88. Over the years, I make a point to celebrated her. As some of you know, May 2023 she had a stroke, and we ended up celebrating our anniversary in the hospital; take out dinner and a movie, on my table. She’s still recovering, with my heart and soul as her caregiver, and God as our source. My days are long, but my full, caring for matching hearts. And, as long as I have breath, love’s celebration will forever be! *** 

In May of 2020, I wrote a post called; the vow, a glimpse into our story. I’ve included the link, for anyone who would like to read it. The Vow!

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Before Words!

Before words, heart heard, humming ever so slowly, moved ever so deeply. Before words, love’s dawning, heart’s yawning; soul awakening. Before words, love fell, heart swell, emotions tell, lost in l.o.v.e’s spell. Before words, love falls silent, captivated speechless contemplation; time still in motionless progression. Before words an inkling, heart tingling, love over-thinking. Before words, love tours, heart pours, along breathless shores. Before words, stars align, love define, moment enlighten. Before words, captured moment, love’s unveiling story. Before words, the unbeknownst breadth, my heart’s beating; exposed!

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His and Hers!

Love, had as my words ever made it seem, it’s all about me? Has it ever seemed, I’ve been able to do it all by myself, when you make me a better man? Oh love, whisper it quietly to my soul, as not shatter once a vulnerable ego. Have it ever seemed, my heart could ever do it on its own, fathom the innermost of love’s deepest depths? Years will teach one’s soul, hearts incline love will refine, his and hers to define. Passion never counts the cost, lost in love’s overwhelming sway. Love’s thirst, his and hers soul quenched, even of its bittersweet yet passionate honey nectar. Tangibly love breathes of his and hers being, of tethered hearts gasping breathless. Hearts breathing in tandem, navigating cycles of life. Pedals of progression, of petals laid bare of love’s heartfelt expression. Matching souls in twine, love sipped like fine wine, poured for his and her’s to savor. Love, let my soul not waste the moments, what affords one’s heart to taste its divine richness; marination of his and her’s wholehearted devotion. His and hers hearts embroidered, of love’s tattooed ink. Seeping in places, overflowing into spaces, behoving love’s breathtaking accessibility; being of his and hers matching hearts! 

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Moving!

Your love moves, my soul trying to catch its breadth, but once again my heart’s perspective completely shifted. Your love so profoundly moving; forevermore it will surely take my breath, away on wings of love. My soul, trying to grasp the moment this love became so moving, how my heart became fluttering butterflies, caught within its rapture? Your love is like the wind, blows the mind, my heart swept like if a feather speechless within its embrace. Your love moves me, making me chase after my own heart, only to once again lose every breath, in love’s deepest spaces, finding my heart in such deep places. Every heartstring, wrapped up, tied up, tangled up within the crimson corals of love’s illustrious beauty. Drowning breathless within its ocean, its tender emotion. Perception of a heart too introverted, but even in love’s subtle motion, my quiet soul so persuasively moved, by its gentle sway. Of its pondered thoughts wander, search of the heart to find where the love ends, and the rhythm of my own heartbeat begins. Every day, my soul takes flight, tethered to love’s wing and a prayer, falling yet breathlessly. Every breath held tight; its muse clung to my soul so dearly. A love deeply moving, so breathtakingly sublime!

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Of its Home Comfort!

At home, love’s endearing best resting breathlessly on my chest, its breadth moving within every heartbeat. There’s never any heaviness, sustained within the weightlessness of its benevolence. Comfort of its charm, my soul feeling at home, nestled within the tenderness of its loving arms. Real love doesn’t seduce; but embolden its sincerity to produce the moments, becoming of its fragrant sublime. It’s never easy being vulnerable, knowing love isn’t always comfortable, giving love room for its essence to be forever faithful. Nature of its quintessence at home, strolling through the deepest parts of your soul. The beauty of its presence, lingering throughout the quiet spaces of your heart. Nuances of its divine invading the deep places of your heart’s affirmation. Beauty of its confidence, tugging endlessly on your every heartstring. The profound tapestry of its textured ink, its crimson hue seeping through the crevices of your heartfelt serenity. One’s heart exposed, your soul laid bare across the solace pages of your hopes and dreams. It feels like home, wrapped up submerged within its tranquil essence, within the overwhelming sway of love’s comforting embrace!

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