Love’s Masterpiece!

With its simple touch, with every brush up against my soul, my heart is becoming love’s vision. Who would have known, everything doesn’t need to be right, for a soul to become love’s colorful pigment, its work of art. My flaws don’t define, love’s breadth is this, my perfection. I can’t even hide my soul, my heart is on display; love is the artist, in this artistic expression. With every kiss good night, love looks into my soul and says; magnifique. Ooh la la, we; love has heart and soul spellbound. Bound, to its poetic will, tomorrow; will find my heart in the same place, love having its way, with my soul. The countless ways, how love touches your soul, making your heart its portrait, its breathless masterpiece. What, can my heart say; passion is inevitable, deep colors predictable. When, my colors are fading, love builds me up, reassures my heart. Adds another layer of its nuance, love’s quintessence becoming more profound, Love does this, makes a divine masterpiece, that only love could conceive. Without any reprieve, for my heart did concede, my soul did consent, to receive its breadth in me. The splashes of its hue, textured by its deep crimson stain. Every stroke of love’s silhouette, leaves no distain. With every embrace, its beauty, my soul did gain. Everyday, my heart wonders today; “what is the color of love, is it warm, is it tender; when love thinks of me?” What’s a heart to do, when love paints its priceless masterpiece, on the canvas of your soul. Your heart left in perpetual awe, knowing your soul has been painted in the image, of love’s breathtaking artistry!

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Can Anyone…?

As a child, I’ve known rejection, of a father’s love, and because of it, lived many years in a silent river. I’ve lived for a time introverted, had my world turned upside down. I have failed at some things, have triumphed over so many obstacles. I have flaws, I have scars, but my wings never tarred. I’ve had my heart mistreated, had my love misappropriated, but yet; never shied away from giving it. I’ve been looked down on, but it never kept my heart from looking up. I’ve swam in love’s ocean, have drowned trying to fathom the depth. I’ve conquered many mountains, waded through deep waters, and have learned; you survive life, how your soul lives and breathes. I’ve known love’s bliss, felt the pain in its agony. I’ve seen loved ones grieve loss, fighting back my own tears. So, they could have the strength of my love, to cry on. I have fallen, but the fall wasn’t from grace, but into grace. I know passion, have been shown more compassion than I deserve. I love deeply, been loved profoundly, more than rejection will ever eclipse. I’ve had my heart shaken, my soul stirred, have never minced my love. Why live, to let your heart seem heroic, but let your love be true. How strength is found, to triumph in this journey! Tell my heart this, can Anyone… relate?

This piece, written for everyone, for we’ve all been through something, maybe still going through some things. Some more, some less, but our humanity’s truth is this; the struggle is not are we living, but through it all, are you breathing?

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Love’s Glitter!

Like the morning dew, hearts are awakened, finding the soul glittered, with love’s captivating sheen. All over the world, hearts are glittering with excitement, the soul captivated by love’s brilliance. With every touch, with every brush up against the breadth, love’s glitter leaves the soul glowing, with its stunning residue. Even when it flickers, love shines spectacularly. Ten thousand smiles, could never eclipse why; love has a million ways, to outshine them all. In every season, love will forever be the reason, humanity exudes its inherent light. Even, with a glimmer of hope, love is breathtakingly beautiful. With every twinkle, the heart is captured, to see how love’s radiance becomes more and more breathtaking. Within the blink of an eye, and the wink of the heart, the soul becomes dazzled by love’s shimmering hue. With its undeniable reflection, love’s nuances sparkle within its own natural light. Just like the stars, reflecting the universe’s enchanting glow. Love’s glittering essence, its presence hovering; to impart its benevolence on heart and soul!

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Love’s Valiant Stance!

Valiantly, love stands truthfully, passionately defends heart and soul. Wholeheartedly, deep love quickens the spirit, awakens rested expression, provokes thoughtful exchange. Contemplatively, passion exhales intuitively, the soul hanging on every word, breathlessly. With its conquering spirit, the heart of a warrior, wields love’s veracity, triumphantly; slaying the darkness, faithfully. With every encounter, with every impactful engagement. The quiver emboldened, to release love’s arrow, to pierce the dawn. With its strength, with its rebellious nature, with noble intent; valiant love reigns, compassionately. With its endearing armor, with an unequivocal stance, love’s essence stands aloft, with its graceful presence. Within your sheath, love is, your Excalibur per se, used to vanquish every fear. Your determination, brandishes the heart, courageously. The Author of your faith, knights the texture within your soul; the love written on the canvas of the heart. True love, enduring like a thousand shields. In the thicket of life, when your worth is in the thick of it. Valiant love, holds your heart, captures your gaze, endows your confidence. So that, in the midst of your fiercest battles, noble-minded love, doesn’t cower; distinguishably, stands valiantly!

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Love’s Anxious Imagination!

When, anxious love washes over your soul, contemplative affection persuades. Beneath, the surface of every heart, lies love’s deepest mystery. The heart’s imaginative exploration, becoming love’s gleeful excitement, beckoning the soul deeper. To let the heart know the stillness, breathless in love’s tranquil essence. With bated breath, with every eager contemplation, the nuances are revealed. Beyond the expression, deep within my soul, words I have found, letting the tale unfold. Profound love stories, eclipses paradoxical understanding. With childlike faith, my heart opens wide, believing in love’s endless contemplating. The love my heart knows, yields the compassion it holds. My heart’s imperfection, don’t negate what makes imagined love have worth. Love, takes the willingness in my soul, and makes the irregularities within my love, become something beautiful. My anxious love, doesn’t worry about pleasing tomorrow, but let my focus be, what needs my heart’s attention, today. My soul, is not consumed with what has passed, but letting all that I am, be enough in the moment. Eager love, doesn’t moan, it yearns… to be more. There’s no greater ocean, a heart should want to be, than fathoming the depth of love’s mystery, finding your soul lost within the breadth. The love deep within your soul, when set to become, the simplicity finds the freedom to be; love’s anxious imagination!

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Her Intrinsic Glow!

Is it in the radiance, perhaps my heart sees it in the reflection? Every day, the dawn examines my soul, before the pure light awakens my heart. A light like this, doesn’t blind my perception, it enlightens my perspective. Is it how spectacularly the light shines, how lyrically it sways my soul, making it feel like an in tune symphony? When, love plays your heart and soul like a cello, hello; is it me you’re looking for? When love composes your thoughts, it invade your words, and though it takes your breath, the heart is never left speechless. Love’s inherent muse, contemplation and expressions infused. Is it in its simplicity, does the heart breathe, and the soul believe, forever will be?Is it because with every glance, the soulful prance, becomes a heartfelt stance. Is it love’s colorful nuances, dripping from my heart, painting my soul into a poetic silhouette of love? To the heavens my young heart did plea, a breathless hue my soul would glee, the endless love inside of me. Like water cascading over rocks, is that what makes deep love so soothing? Is it how two souls harmonize, or how two hearts beat as one, that makes love exhale in unison? Is it in love’s providence, the heart realizes the redefining glow, changing an angelic persona into, Grace. When there’s an angel sent to be, your divine forever. Years, could never eclipse the beauty that is, her intrinsic glow!

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Two-Factor Authentication; Poetry’s Escape!

The Release!

Listen, poetry has a sound, some lyrical, some so magical; it enchants mind, heart, soul. Poetry has a voice, has a message, has meaning, it has sway. Don’t say no way, I’ve heard it with my own heart, it would never play my soul. Behold, it’s at the door, rat-tat-tat, at the threshold becomes your heartbeat, lup-dup. At the tip of your soul, it becomes bold, to let words take hold, with stories to be told. Listen intently, poetry speaks, to let the soul breathe. Every profound release, provokes emotion, invokes devotion, evokes revelation. Don’t suppress it, don’t second guess it, let it be… free. Love’s eclectic vibe, let it ooze, let it choose, you as its poetic muse. Open the heart, unshackle the soul, penned words released, facilitates poetry’s escape!

Love’s Fount!

There’s an endless fount, the water so refreshing, overflow spills. The nuance stills, the love fills, my peace the overwhelming chills. My bones come alive, sounds of music thrills. Words never at a loss, like an inked quill, fount within my soul cascades. Breathless, speechless, my heart pours within the reign. In the depth of my soul, the silent river runs deep, deeper than words could show. The stillness grows, my heart utters no peep. Deep in love my soul sleep, in sweet dreams my hopes keep. Every day, breathtaking another dawn, the fount welling up within me. Poetry in motion, makes my heart swell, my breath reveal the tell; my love can’t unring the bell. My fount, it is well, in my soul!

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The Poetry Within!

Let poetry speak, let it have meaning, beyond the narrative. Let it inspire, let it move, let it provoke. In its creativity, with its positivity, it will captivate. Thus, poetry is. It doesn’t need your mojo, not swayed by the back and forth, within your mind. No, no, poetry doesn’t need swagger, for words to matter. When pen and paper collaborate, poetic hues extrapolate, spoken word elaborate, elevated prose levitate. Poetry’s quintessence, leaves no room for debate. A poet’s heart, has only one intent, inked words in a rhythmical flow. The soul’s poetic muse, the heart’s most profound soliloquy, verses in reverse. The most telling poems, leaves you something to ponder, over and over. Poetry paints a story, love abstracts the meaning. When time and space collide, composition become. Though like moves, love what leaves an impression. Heart and soul synchronically inclined, poetry rhythmically refined. Words are never silenced, when love speaks. Within the poetry, breadth becomes… more than words!

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