This heart of mine, swept away forever, within waves of love. My soul, taken by love’s breathtaking encounter. How, can my heart ever stop, streams of love from seeping, through every crevice of cascading pours, the love that overflows. The reign is real, the struggle this; love’s blissful mist. The breathless calm bubbling, the water spilling, welling up from its beautiful spring. Love’s fountain of youth, my deep river unrestrained, my love unashamed, being overwhelmed by its breadth. My soul, submerged within love’s depth, its levee keeping my heart from suffocating, in the quicksands within life’s journey. My soul living deeply, embracing the peace within love’s forevermore. True breathing, takes place in moments noted, preserved in love’s subtle moments. Lived out, in this heart of mine!
Lyrically, single notes when wedded, sequenced within two souls becomes one heartbeat. Hearts in tune, love musically satisfying. Love, phrased in its semasiological form, texturized with its natural beauty; reveals its truest essence. Love’s poetic hue, a portrait painting its intrinsic verse, recited to give its wholistic meaning. The heart’s, most endearing love language, BOLD in its presentation, clear with its representation. Expressive in its simplicity, extensive in its honesty. Linguistically, the bolder love is spoken, the more meaningful becomes its truth. Love’s defining nuances, bares its divine nature, the heart and soul revealing; a love so beautiful, in every way. Real love, like an unforgettable jingle, echoing throughout your soul. Though near or far, the song of love that clings to you, does things to you; unforgettable in every way. The rhyme, giving the rhythm within the heart a reason, to sing along too. It’s that song in the night, playing its soothing tone, to ease the troubled mind. Love’s intricate melody, like an acoustic guitar, strumming gently the heartstrings. Harmonized love, instrumental to live and breathe. In its truest form, becomes intentional, the breadth becoming; love’s linguistic melody!
If I, said I only needed one day, to say how much I love you, but made it the most special… ever. Would that one day make it clear, I will always and forever be celebrating your love? If I, showed you a portrait of my heart, but you couldn’t feel the texture of my love. Would the fabric veiling my feelings, be what also, bares to you the depth of my soul? If I, said by chance I happened to fall into your love. Would you then truly believe, I just happened to still be there? In love, in that same state, searching my heart, still trying to find what I know to be love’s worth? If I, said I wrestle with feelings, would you feel I was fighting for us, to not let our love become vulnerable, to what time takes for toll? If I, needed just a proverbial moment, to express my love. It would be if I, believed today was my last chance, to gaze into the breadth of your love. Living within the stillness, my soul realized, my heart wouldn’t be okay. If the perceived special moment, wasn’t the here and now. If I, my heart not knowing love’s true meaning. You and I, wouldn’t have something special; to be my, to be yours, a love worth celebrating… day after day!
This, for everyone reading, may the Words Press! Happy Valentines!
Is it what moves you, or what makes the heart beat? Is it a fragrance, or the beauty within what permeates. Is it the depth that takes your breath, or how breathtaking the deeper meaning? Is it an intense gaze leaving you speechless, or the awe leaving the heart lost for words? Is it what the mind ponder, or in its heartfelt wonder? Is it a lifestyle, or in what takes a lifetime, to fathom all the nuances? Is it what’s transparent, or when it transcends? Is it the richness poured out concentrated, or how richer time gives the maturity? Is it more precious with your first breath, or treasured more mourning its loss? Is it what bends to become, or what the mending becomes? Is it what propels the heart through seasons, or what compels your soul, letting it be the reason. Is it the breadth that spans generations, or stages of life revealing, how it shapes the heart? Is it more profound in a sweet melody, or pronounced more as a touching ballad? Is it more endearing sowed, or more enduring vowed? Is it just as wonderful in thought, or becomes more thoughtful in beautiful deeds? Is it multiple choices, or in choosing, not to allow multiple opinions, to sway the integrity of the devotion. Is it in the extrapolation, the intricacies of the estimation, what becomes the final deduction? Is it in questions, or in seeking to know where to find the answer, to deepen understanding? What my heart has found, what my soul knows to be true. Love is the answer, to everything!
Light a candle, let it shine through the window of your soul. Light a candle, let its light dispel negative energy, its warmth be love’s breadth, lingering continuously. Light a candle, let it ignite dimming lights, set ablaze all the lights, that have waxed cold. Light a candle, even if it flickers intermittently, its flame can still burn radiantly. Light a candle, illuminate the world, let your light shine. Light a candle, kindle it with trust, let its spark be love’s consequential light, showing the path to inextinguishable peace. The shining light of hope, even if a candle in the wind, encased in a transparent lantern, will shine its unwavering truth; one love, one heart. Light a candle, enlightenment releases its fragrant hue, giving the heart sight in darkened moments. The love within ones heart, a candle shining its incandescence brilliance, lit to reveal the soul’s inherent glow. Eclipse the darkness, shine bright love’s vast radiance; light your candle!
They flowed, streams that seemed so consequential, water’s presence, the depth in a silent river. Moments passed, the water swept past, under the bridge. Though, quintessential became the encounter, meaningful the situation. The tide taking waves of emotion, perspective change in time. The soul, traversing uneven bridges, troubled water spilling, overwhelming the heart’s reinforced embankment. Waterfalls, tears cascade, the misty soul; a clouded heart’s perception. Volatile waters, propel steamboat’s zeal, welled up water beneath the surface of the bridges. Forgiveness, watered disagreeable caught up in moments of time, taken out into forgotten seas. Making what’s truly important, the short lived moments to be. By the rivers of, my heart laid down, my soul at rest, down by the riverside. They flowed, consequential streams, a silent river’s breadth; waters past, underneath the bridge!
Love is revealed, beyond words, its beauty more breathtaking, than a well thought out soliloquy. More poetic, than syllables can express. Beyond words, love’s truth speaks. Within the breadth, the heart finds its voice, the soul’s spirit escapes. Beneath the depth, love’s ocean is explored, deepest places perceived. Within its profoundness, the soul drowns beholding, its breathless presence. Beyond what knowledge teaches, wisdom edifies. Beyond our doubts, our humility. Beyond hurt, love’s significance. Beyond lingering questions, knowing it’s the answer. Beyond sight, faith’s evidence waits to be discovered. Beyond heartfelt expressions, substantive action. Beyond the resistance, the extent the heart is stretched; how flexible becomes the love. Its quintessence, beyond contemplation. Its intimacy, beyond intimidation. It’s faithfulness, beyond comprehension. Sometimes, the soul gets blindsided, by life’s complexities. But, always in the heart’s peripheral, love’s reflection; the Need, beyond what eyes can discern. Love’s strength, beyond what’s physical, achieving what may seem impossible. With its integrity, its consistency, its intensity, its immensity; the measure, the degree. The heart’s perspective, willingness to see; beyond…
I don’t want, there will never be a want; deep within my Need. I don’t desire, desiring will never do; Needing, makes wanting more profound. I don’t care for, I’m not looking to be indulged; the thirst won’t ever be quenched, the Need will forever be. I’m not fixated on, what contemplation complicates; Need to know, involves my heart and soul. I’m not interested in, won’t be distracted by, meaningless things; having the Need, having everything, just ask my heart. I’m not going to, never going to abandon, my one thing; the Need I have. I’m not hoping for something, won’t be content with anything; specific or else, what’s the Need? I’m not trying to, making it seem life or death; just my breath, Needs it to breathe. How, could my soul be enamored with, if my heart weren’t impressed by; the Need felt within my bones? I Need to push past, fear is not an option, my heart exposed irrelevant; Needing, outweighs being vulnerable. Needy, being knee deep, still Needing to go deeper. So, wants never become blind love, but a heart wide open, getting its Needs… met. Half way in, still half the way out… the door. I’m not infatuated, I’m in love; to make my heart and soul breathless. The Need, chasing after my soul, but my mind’s not having it; it’s my heart that’s racing, being mindful of the chase. In my heart of heart, there’s the pressing Need; love’s Need becoming known, the breadth within it seen!
There’s an old time saying; “want it, want it, can’t get it; get it, get it, don’t want it.”
In essence, it means; be careful what you wish for. Sometimes, what you want, you can’t get, but then when you get it, you realize you don’t really want it. So, may the want, become everything you need. The breath-taking things, what your heart and soul truly needs. The things that matter, that won’t let you settle for rather. May, love be the Need, the breath within you known, the breadth within it seen!
Does anyone feel it, is there a mist in the air, or is it just my heart, creating this misty feeling? Would my soul be absolutely helpless, like a feather caught in the wind, if your love ever let go of my heart? Would my soul endlessly chase butterflies, knowing with every touch of your love, the wings of my soul take flight? How’s the love in my heart, is it warm, is it tender; whenever you look at me? Is it music I hear, or the sound of your presence, making my heart sing? Another moment, when my soul can’t help get misty, holding your love. There’s a breathless mist, cascading gently down my soul. My heart just can’t seem to evade it, the mist of water falling, escaping sweetly from my eyes. How sweet it is, to know the profoundness of love’s embrace. Heart to heart, walking the path of forevermore, time but a distraction. My heart’s gaze, knowing at any moment, my soul would forever be raptured. It doesn’t feel, like my soul’s clinging to something, but grasping the gravity, my heart held in your love. Anyone, getting within a mile of my soul, must definitely feel there’s something in the air? Indeed, this moment is about the reign, the moistness dripping from my soul, and how it’s making my heart misty, keeping your love… close!
A Love Story! 
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