In the heart’s journey through life, growing pains, hurt that stains. Tears restrained, ten foot walls, castle in the sand. Time, lines drawn, washed away by the see, how to awaken the love in me. Seeking life’s happiness, living in the quietness, breathing in the fullness. Emotions swimming in the stillness, a waterless silent river. My awakening, hidden in slumber, the sleepless yearning; in childhood daydreams. Am I strong enough, am I brave enough, am I, worthy of? To be, or not to be? I choose to be me, live free, give no apologies. In the pressing, the pulling, in the pushing, the tugging; heartstrings. In quiet contemplation, a question remained; what does awaken love look like? Is it an ocean, a potion, just a watered down notion? An inquiring heart, searched depth of soul, could it be fathomed, be awakened in me? I looked deep, my heart lost sleep, in my awakening. Love’s awakened presence, wasn’t a curtain call, the veil removed. To let my heart see, a soul destined to be, love’s poetic muse!

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Intently, within stillness of soul, the voice of love speaks. Softly it whispers, gently it moves. Quietly, it waits for the heart to be ready, to embrace its gentle spirit. An open heart, listens for love’s distinct voice. Heard within the wind, felt in those still moments. The ones taking your breath to new heights, to become one with love’s eternal plane. Within its understanding, its nuances are known, its beauty elevated, the texture deeply felt. The richness of its tapestry, woven deep within its fabric. The voice of love, its truth makes the heart swell, the soul well. In its subtle grin, its obvious tell. How words not spoken, speaks to the essence of its renown. Love’s consistency, within waves, in what it sounds like, unequivocal its tone. An expression of its resonance, the ambiance of its profoundness. Its simplicity, displaying a portrayal of its existence, its benevolence, its quintessence. A heart full of grace, transcendence of what moves love, between time and space. Of its breadth, calmness within its depth. The voice of love, music to the heart, a melody for the soul. A song in the night, strumming the heartstrings. Love’s rhythmic sweet lullaby, it’s linguistic harmony, touching the deepest places. Its virtue provoked, heart and soul echoing; the voice of love!

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Healing, within its endearing quality. Within its texture, the soothing nature within its essence. Within its fragrance, the aromatic balm within its captivating ambiance. Within its comfort, its restorative effect. The breadth, within its subtle allure, the penetrating depth, within its intrinsic substance. Its natural ease, solace for an anxious spirit. Its unyielding beauty, leaves you with its deep sense of knowing, you’ve felt its quintessence. Its heartfelt warmth, brushed against your soul; its balmy presence, more than skin deep. When, life rubs the wrong way, its medicinal qualities, found within its undeniable strength. Revealing its unyielding reassurance, what’s within; love’s enduring balm!

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My words, have a tell, no need to read between the lines, meaningful words reveals itself, in transparent ink. My heart is the ink, giving words its meaning. My words pen black and white, my love telling, painted in vivid color. Some say, my words are out spoken, but what eyes fail to understand; my words would never have meaning, if my heart didn’t have a tell. Growing up, my heart and soul lived in introverted space. Within time and silence, between seen and not heard; living and being. Even then, living in plain sight, my heart had a tell, but drowned out by the silence. Those words are these, what I’m here telling. For too long, every heartbeat was content, living a silent life. Then one day, the silence within my heart was pierced, my words bled onto the canvas, unmistakable now the tell. Many think, it’s the eyes that sees telltale signs, but, how can you read a book, that knows how to hide its most significant verses of its tell, in introverted spaces? My tell is this, these words, my heart is telling. In every prose, underlined pages of my soul, emphasized words; my telltale witness. Life, gives every soul a story to tell, ever syllable its own tale, love getting the glory. My love is telling, and it leaves my heart, exposed!

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It truly matters, your heart feeling at home, your soul resting deeply, empowered by the breadth that love offers. The world revolves, the day evolves, but does it all involve, living securely within the power of love? Young love is eager, young at heart has vigor, but does your love live wild, or free… with power to see. A distracted heart, doesn’t have the ability to reign in, wayward thoughts. Love gives the heart power, to be more than it was, better than it is. It doesn’t matter, how far down the road of life your heart gets. Stop, and realize this, love is the one thing, that gives your soul the freedom to be, free. It’s doesn’t matter, how difficult life’s journey gets. Love gives you its power, to enlighten your way, the ability to brighten your day. Love, isn’t always what you want, but yet everything you need, to succeed. Making it hard for your mind to not believe, your heart doesn’t have capacity to overcome, what seems impossible. Love power, makes the world revolve, the days evolve, keep the heart involved. To a way irrelevant thoughts, render negative influences powerless. The encounter, the soul giving its own account, the reign of love’s power. We’ve all felt it, been compelled, or propelled by it. No heart, can avoid it indefinitely, evade it forever. One thing, no one could ever deny, the power of love!

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True love, doesn’t need text, to give it context. It’s not swayed by veiled pretext, its benevolence, can’t be taken out of context. Love is, or it isn’t! Bares itself in plain sight, leaves its innermost exposed with no apology. What it’s believed to be, won’t change its essence. Its truth, can’t be negotiated with, giving every bit of its worth, nonnegotiable. Love paints in color, willing to go outside the lines, showing its true colors. Love doesn’t throw shade… on the canvas of the heart, calling itself a depiction of its vibrant tapestry. Contextually, love doesn’t depend on anything to be, yet based into the fabric of everything. Its significance, tethering the heartstrings natural course, love being its lifeline. Love, unapologetic in its compassion, decisive in its expression, evident with its posture. It’s not moved by indifferent moods, not intimidated by feelings, doesn’t capitulate to framed reference. The nuances of its resilience, interwoven within the breadth. The nature of its meaning, the complexities of its existence. Love’s purpose, be persuasive like the wind, while swaying like a gentle flower. Love’s contextual beauty, the texture, the clarity revealing what is; heart and soul.

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The gravity within my soul, can’t be conveyed, in layman’s words. The words exist, it’s the significance not easily comprehended. You see, that’s the gravity; experiencing what does exist, within an existence. The rhapsody, living in love’s freedom, every breath prevailing, within the presence of its gravitational allure. Living beyond oneself, breathing out one’s mean.. ing, existing within the gravity. Love’s lighthearted motion, compels life’s breathtaking notion. A heart, relying solely on the concept of relativity, a soul not knowing the conception; the gravity to love’s true relevance. Every heartstring tethered, to the breadth of love’s forevermore. The heart’s gravity of love, becoming its weightless reality. The soul’s journey to love’s higher elevation, a heart’s endless pursuit, regardless of life’s precipitous sways. Even though, heaviness weighs the heart, love’s profound enlightenment, frees the mind, empowers the soul, jettisons life’s inconsequential notions. Trying to juxtapose love’s deeper meaning, deoxygenate its intrinsic essence. Its momentous revelation, lies within the heart and soul’s acute synergy. Real love doesn’t suffocate, plummeting to its demise, but breathes thriving within its new found depth. Love’s exploratory nature, moves within a state of urgency, be intentional. Its quintessence and grace, emanates the gravity. The gravitas, governs its providence, so love’s higher calling, can bare the soul. Its strength, love’s resilience apparent. Emotions hover, making welled up tears fall, but it’s in those moments the understanding; it’s the gravity, having its way with your heart. Life, takes every heart to the edge of tomorrow, but it’s in love’s weightlessness we discover. The perspective is how we live, breathe, have our being. The heart and soul living breathlessly, within the gravity!

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