Category: Poetry

Poems of love!

Dance of Life: to The Rhythm of Love

Dance of Life

Heartfelt dance of life, heart and soul captivated by love’s endless sway. Courage taking the lead, your soul finding its timeless groove, heart dancing to the sound of its freedom. Moving to its rhythmic flow, your heart find everything it needs, swaying to the sweet melody of love. Day after day, rising to give yourself away to love’s breathless prance. Your heart taking a chance, finding grace with every endearing glance. Resting your heart on love’s shoulders, wrapping your trust in the gentleness of its embrace. Together strong, resilient hearts swayed by the heartbeat of love’s never-ending song. Love’s sweet release, rhythm of its soothing peace. The dance of unity, of love and sincerity; cheek to cheek feeling the sublime sway of its tender remedy. Love’s bass coursing, heart strummed harmoniously like an acoustic string, making the soul sing. Love’s simplistic vibe, the symphonic comfort that it brings. Rat-ta-tat on the dance floor of life, heart dancing unapologetic — to the rhythm of love’s beating drum.

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Encamped: Love’s Deep River Encounter

My heart, encamped by the shores of love’s deep river, my innermost basking in the crackling warmth of its peaceful sublime. My soul, content with the nature of its breathtaking ambiance, my heart captivated by its irrevocable embrace. Like that of an endearing campsite, the essence of its light lingers breathless — within the wee moments of love’s perfect starry gaze. My heart exposed, love camped so close and dear to the depth of my heart and soul. Closer with every breath, and every deeply felt exhale. Its flame, its closeness, more than a burning; its consuming desire, live wholeheartedly in its rhapsody. My heart encamped within its canopy, its breadth enthralled within the fabric of my being. My heart not fishing for compliments, my soul cast wide and free. Every encounter being love’s deep places, my heart drowning breathless within its unfathomable depths. Every day, its insatiable fire kindled new, burning faithfully — through and true.

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Finding Yourself in the Quiet Details

In whispers of Grace, you find your way, where the quiet details play. Standing amidst the joy, the noise, but above the fray. Hopes and dreams stay, heart dancing dipped gently by love’s graceful sway. Hold tight your voice, never letting it stray, anchored in a prayerful way. Inner peace, and its quiet strength inspires worth so profound. Just like the morning light slipping through life’s curtain unnoticed, landing softly on your heart’s breadth. Seeking a moment to take your breath’s exhale, love transforming everything into something beautiful. In the intimate details love’s truest essence lies, heart filled of butterflies. Finding yourself isn’t rhetorical, a spiritual journey to find yourself — part of love’s heartfelt muse.

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Heart Exposed: The Intimate Essence of Love

Does it ever feel, as if love’s sublime breadth is distant — your heart grasping to feel its deep, intimate connection? They say love is in the air, but that’s because it hovers within the stillness. Love is more than a feeling; its presence is closer than your own breath. So tangible, you can feel its touch, moved by the warmth of its embrace. Beyond the momentary haze, it captures your heart with its breathless gaze. Deep love leaves an unmistakable mark on your heart. Its tattooed ink imprinted so deep, its essence seeping so sweet, out of the crevices of your soul. True love is so real it could never be a myth, but an unfathomable bliss, your heart and soul forever captivated by its heartfelt kiss. Its encounter leaves you lost for words. Its impact shifts your soul so deeply. Its significance shapes your heart so profoundly. But this, this is the truest test of sway. For the heart and soul wide open to its ask, it will endow you with its irrevocable truth. Love is the greatest gift. That frees you to wholeheartedly bare your soul, leaves your heart unapologetically exposed. It lingers like the morning dew, drenching you with its poetic due. Paints you into its portrait, its beautiful muse forevermore within its rosy frame.

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Her Timeless Hue | April, May, June

April, her heart bears such depth, her intimacy showers its reign within the wee hours. You facilitate the essence of the coming landscape, the beauty that May or may not sing your praise. Even though, June’s claim to fame is her climatic warmth in the breadth of summertime hue. April, her heart can boast that her rhythmic melody hums like a songbird’s springtime verse. The nature of her dew lingers within the essence of heaven’s breathless dawn. But nevertheless, May, my heart must transparently state, you are of my first love — day and month of my heart’s deepest vow, I thee wed. Sweet Lady, May… I be so bold to wholeheartedly say; you hold such a special place within my soul. Year after year, like a timeless flower your heart becomes my perpetual blossoms, capturing my heart’s gaze beautifully. Oh May, may my soul know forevermore; what is the colour of love? It’s warm. It’s tender. In me, a love so beautiful.

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