Category: Poetry

Poems of love!

If I?

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!

WCR

is it?

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!

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Light A Candle!

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!

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Water Under the Bridge!

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!

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Beyond…

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…

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The Need!

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!

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Holding Your Love!

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!

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Falling…

Captivated by the beauty, capsized into its depth, drowning within its ocean. Falling, takes your breath. Feeling, a conqueror of mountains, tethered to its strength, hanging on to the breadth, anchored by its freedom. Falling, the soul living in its breathless place. A soul lost within its significance, a heart found held deep in its embrace. Leaning in to be closer, the heart taken captive, arrested by the endless gaze, its beauty rediscovering. Falling, gives explanation of itself, overwhelming resistance. Standing in its wonder, the heart speechless by its awe. The more it ask, the more deeply given. Satisfying its wants, giving in to its needs. Falling, the heart giving of its soul, every breath worth it. A million songs, couldn’t sing of its deepness. A billion words, would never speak to its profoundness. All the stars in its twilight, could never enlighten its existence. Every enchanted sunset, every breathtaking dawn, another moment to live, be a part of its divine benevolence. Love, the Falling in!

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Seeing Love’s Beauty, for the First Time!

The breadth of love, doesn’t matter the season, it dances like the wind. Taking your breath, moving within the depth of your soul. Don’t think, it’s the smile that makes known the breadth. It’s the heart, empowering a smiles resilience, to be a monumental display. Seen again, for the very first time. Like a feather, being swept away by the breadth. A heart chases butterflies, until the soul can grasp, love’s intrinsic allure. Gentle breeze whispers its song, its perfect melody, its harmonious chorus. To its captivating audience, heart and soul. Seeds of love planted deep, grows watered faithfully, attended to wholeheartedly. Seen flourishing again and again, for the first time. Underestimating love’s true beauty, like an artist not knowing; it’s the paint’s beautiful colors, what gives a canvas its artistic expression. Every subtle touch, the mind is blown. Its will succumb, to the heart’s inherent power, to sway a resistant mind, time after time. The heart taking in the breadth, a soul knowing there’s no greater breath to take, than what love provides. The breadth, a part of, in each, the best of everything; held dear, with care. The heart and soul, seeing the nuances, again for the first time. To catch a glimpse, to behold its essence, comprehend its existence. Seeing love’s beauty, with the eyes of the heart. Taking in the breadth, again and again, like it’s the very first time!

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