Revisited: Soul Food!

Attentive love, easy on the heart, warm to its touch, sautéd tastefully with its holistic simplicity. Essence enriched, dished abundantly, served wholeheartedly. Soul food, full of compassion, filled with appreciation, seasoned with gratitude, marinated in deep affection. Even with just a hint of admiration, gives it the right amount of clarity. That your love’s language, food for the soul. But, why not kick it up a notch, add to it some; “je ne sais quoi,” something, indicative of your heart’s desire, emboldened by one’s spice for life. A hint of this, a pinch of that, adds to the allure of one’s love being, tasteful. A sense of needing, excites a heart in giving, best portion of themselves. An atmosphere of love’s aroma, will linger profoundly, resonates deeply. Guessing what works, quirks tainting the heartfelt appeal, one’s heart not in it. Soul food, not made with love, creates a tasteless stew, lacking its most critical element. Adding to it genuine trust, enhances the nature, the indulgence of love’s intentional ingredients. Love, not stirred with consistent awareness, a feeling of being burnt. Indifference, making the experience unappealing, the encounter hard to swallow. Even, in the midst of bitterness, day after day, set the table regardless. Line the heart with the fabric of love, and the ambiance will become the soul’s feast. A heart with room, indulges in seconds, what first impressions may have negated. Sharing your heart, feeding your soul; endearing. Truth be told, moments the soul holds, the heart being bold. Love served on a platter, never meant to flatter, but rather, feed one’s soul. A heart bland, its innermost likened to its batter, not sweetened with the rich extracts of love. Hearts content, skip through the meadows of life, famished feast on love’s sustenance, food for one’s soul! 

*** A post revisited, a rewrite of the original, shared Nov 1, 2021 New picture, new take, but nevertheless, food for the soul. *** If anyone is interested, this link is to the original post. Link to Soul Food: Nov 1, 2021

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On My Way to Heaven!

On my way to heaven, my heart met an angel, traversing time, in between our soul’s existence, love’s deepest breadth revealed. Thirty eight years, feels like a thousand, on our way to forever. Within her care, my heart in no haste, resting deep within love’s embrace. Trying to find, hoping to become, what my love needed to be, deeply enlightened. You see, heaven is my destiny, but before my soul journey’s there. This angel’s love, my soul’s mate, sent to search my heart, test my love’s resolve. My soul, wouldn’t dare claim, her heart doesn’t have wings. In my heart of hearts, her love takes flight, takes my love to new heights. My breath, doesn’t have to hold tight, deep in my soul this feels right. Love heaven sent, be a lifetime spent, knowing love heartfelt. Her heart’s angelic verb, likened to love’s healing herb. Her love a song, harped rhythmically felt strong. Love’s beauty capturing your gaze, its sway moving you all your days. Heaven, doesn’t seem a far off place, your heart totally eclipsed by the light of its hue. In her reflection, glimpsed the keeper of the stars. In between here, and eternity; lived, loved, discovered angels are real. Traversing the way of love’s celestial plane, my soul had an encounter. On my way to heaven, my heart, met an angel!

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I’m.

I’m a simple man, with a complicated heart. My love is inquisitive, my soul intuitive, my heart perceptive. Will never speak my mind, unless my heart gives it permission, love being its mission. I’m. My love is glaring, my heart is caring, my soul is daring; a reflection. I’m a son, a brother, a husband, a father; I’m just a man. Predestined to serve, destined to preserve, true meaning of love. I’m. Don’t step to me, unless you’re willing to throw down. Throw down what harms, to embrace love’s charm, love with open arms. I’m. My heart is full, my days filled with love’s noble quest to be, and will only make room for Just, you. You who need encouragement, you with a broken heart. You looking for a heart willing to listen, to whatever’s on yours. I’m. There’s so much on my shoulders, but my spirit’s never crushed, a lot on my plate, but my hopes never shattered pieces. In love I put my trust, to bear the weight, there’s no time for hate. And, when night falls, and the dawn calls, love makes my heart befall, and I’m!

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Love’s Vivacious Hue!

Even, with just a little bit of love in your heart, one’s soul paints the portrait of love’s tapestry, exposing the beauty of its colorful hues. Frame by frame, what heart could ever resist being a picture within a picture, love’s work of art? When, love captures the essence of a soul, it’s a heart exposed, a canvas of love’s masterpiece, a portrayal of its artistry. Though, the texture of a heart is not flawless, in its imperfect perfections. Breathtaking becomes its ambiance, its nuances, breadth of its simplicity; by design. Within the right light, love’s totality is revealed; through the lens of its vivacious hue!

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Song in the Night!

Some nights, dreams are of love’s beauty, of fairy tale’s bliss. Oh, but this, a tale about real love, a song in the night. Soul laid bare, heart swaddled gently, lying in the warmth of love’s embrace. Oh, but in the soul’s haste, it nudged the heart hoping to get a taste. Of what not soul wants to waste, the sweetness of love’s lullaby. The highs and lows, life comes with many woes, but when love draws its bow. Whoa, the soul awakened to find its heart, cradled in its might. The soul holding tight, as the heart sways breathlessly, to love’s song. New heights, never the fight, cloud nine so divine, leaving worries behind. In the midst of sweet dreams, love is made of these. So, even if the path takes the heart to valleys low, the soul would able to navigate past shadows. The ones, that want to leave the heart feeling hollow, making it easier to hear fear’s bellow; but love’s song, so so mellow. One’s heart, with a note in its tone, rest assured knowing; love song will again be reprised, its soundtrack in the night. That will again, make the soul take flight, soaring with angelic wings, as the heart sings. Love’s song, humming throughout the night. A cry in the nighttime, a heart’s sigh in the daytime. Love’s simple melody, allowing the soul a comfortable rest, even if it’s the heart’s most darkest moments. It matters not, how dark the night becomes, the heartstrings love strums, releasing its sum. Love is a lamp onto, light upon the breadth, of illuminated sight. Breathlessness of love’s song, long used to soothe, the restlessness in one’s soul. Giving the heart a reason, to know that in every season. Misty moments, sweet melodies, droplets of heaven’s dew; remnants, of love’s song in the night!

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Enlightened Heart!

When, your heart seems lost in the fog of life’s journey. Don’t, let your soul retreat into the shadows, shine bright your benevolent light. A life lived well, doesn’t live it through the lens of the peripheral, fearing the unknown. A vibrant soul, a heart living whole, basking beautifully in hope’s enlightened perspective. That not even the sun, moon, stars, can outshine the inner glow, of one’s innate spirit. A soul illuminated with confidence, repels life’s darkest moments, to enlighten one’s destiny. Every breath, taken with purpose, every step taken intentionally. One’s soul, may be so focused, that one’s heart misses its future, through the fog. An enlightened heart, guides its mind, body and soul, through the fog of love’s journey!

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Wick’s Muse!

There’s no shame, being love’s muse, a heart and soul used, the light of love infused. Idle heart, a stagnant light, ignited by love’s quintessence, illuminated by its presence. Light rain, could never extinguish the wick, the thick distinguishable light, of love’s consequential reign. How insane, one’s soul journeying its elevated plane, for one’s heart to not attain, the benevolence of love’s essence. What sets the world on fire, what lights up love’s heartfelt desire, a soul draped in its textured attire. Unveiled by its kindness, open to its generosity, and be struck by its beauty. Knowing the breadth of its authenticity, the grace in the touch of its tenderness. Its understanding, found in the depth of its love language, the humbleness emanating within the strength of its nature. Balanced living, blameless loving, every breath thankful in and out of season, love the reason. The flame of its muse, the fused wick of love’s candle, lit will burn bright; now and forevermore! 

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Love’s Quiet Beauty!

If you look closely, you would see how its subtle beauty captivates. If your heart is keen, you would be in the know, how even its silence speaks, of its epic glow. Whoa, how its depth flows, its breadth spans the deepest river, hearts drown within its quiver. Its quintessence, unapologetically bold, if truth be told. Before one’s soul even knows it, deepens its hold, when nights are cold. Like a gentle flower, petals at the feet of its might, everything feels right, when eyelids close tight, within the midnight hour. In its reign, its fragrance showers the soul with its bliss, the sweetness of its kiss. Its kindness is endless, its awe breathless, actions blameless. It’s utterly reckless, breaking down barriers. Its worth never feckless, its meaning never voiceless. Within its hush, swaddled hue, the heart of its endearing pink blush. Fullness that emanates, stillness that shimmers, goodness that resonates. Its exists in plain sight, perceived only; when actions reveal, it resides within your heart. Its quiet nature, hovers in the shadows, patiently waiting to serve, what its essence preserves. In quiet whispers, lullaby it hums, the anthem of its sum. When words sting, healing it brings, the soul sings. Its mystique, moves the heart with its simplicity, captures you with its serenity, its picturesque intensity. Haven’t your heart heard, love’s true to its word, be like a graceful bird, soar with wings of a dove. Love, its quiet beauty, that, “je ne sais quoi,” what gets lost within its ocean. What no heart can fathom, no soul could live long enough to tell its tale, found within the pages of its boundless sublime!

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Fun Friday; Baked In! 

My heart, could be a million miles, but my soul would still know, the sweet scent of love’s essence, it’s baked in. Its fragrance, its aroma, the beauty of its substance, makes the heart prance. Love taking its stance, forever to enhance. I could find a thousand things, to display my intrinsic qualities. But, if love isn’t the main baked in ingredient, how would it truly profit my soul? They say, you have to break a few eggs, to make an omelette. But my heart says, if the reasoning was scrambled, with what would the conception be seasoned? The infilling of my soul, requires the accompanying flavor therein to be whole… hearted. Love as leftovers, therefore cold, and tasteless. My demeanor, overwhelmingly, to be sweet, salty at times, but never indifferent, love deeply baked in. My, brown sugared sweetness, a little pinch of her love hurled, goldenly baked into my soul. Her sugar, her spice, it’s everything nice, stolen love’s heist. Cinnamon’s savor, gingered flavor, carbonized in my love’s elasticity, baked sweet bread, roses are red… All-purposed love, flowery in its totality. Pure and milky, warm and silky; baked in vanilla extract, sprinkled cocoa powder, dripped pasteurized honey. Its take, what heart can’t fake, words can’t break, for love’s sake. Having your cake, eating it too, lit candled hue, baked in celebration. Of its affirmation, what makes the heart weep, the love seep, the soul’s keepsake. Like a potato, melting love, butter baked in. Becoming, one love, one heart!

*** Fun with words, a love story’s tale! ***

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