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!
Love, gives my soul the space, the time between every breath, let it be my oxygen. Early I learned, how to escape to it, in plain sight my silent hideaway. To it, I anchored my soul, trained my heart how to be consistent. And when, breathing became introverted, was my saving grace. Even when, the day takes my heart to a darkened path, unknown hovering like a toxic cloud. I didn’t hold my breath, I exhaled. Even if, life rocks me to my core, tried to take the wind from my sails, love became the breadth. One breath at a time, I breathed… in love. Even in, moments when my heart was gasping, trying to be. I look within, to see if my soul is still content living, one day at a time? Even though, breathing becomes heavy sometimes, knowing how to get the weight off my soul, helps my heart breathe easier. Even now, with the death of a child, my wife’s health, needing my heartstrings to be a lifeline, to keep her heart from drowning. The struggle, isn’t really about breathing even, but choosing to breathe, because love taught me how. Old habits die, when the heart empowers your soul to live, every day; anchored breathlessly!
Her love stepped into my world, my soul caught a glimpse, the silhouette of her essence. Her inner beauty, even from a distance, her presence swayed me, captured my heart, held my gaze. I didn’t know her heart, but captivated was I. Sweet lady, what my love called her. It was a busy scene, and when I thought I had lost her to another, her love whispered softly, and blew my mind. This Cinderella, must have known my intentions, know your quintessence, but instead you stole my heart. She play hard to get, wouldn’t get my heart back. Even though my love was shy, her hold yet so bold, the half not yet told. How she took me by the heart, and made us one with love’s endless waltz, to our I do. Breathless, two hearts in twine, I whispered my heart is thine, your love is so divine. Lovey lady, rest your head on my shoulders, your love is already on my heart. Her passion, the strength of her presence, slow dancing with my heart and soul, into the wee hours of my enchanted world!
Five minutes to midnight, the mood is right, slow dancing by candlelight, under the moon night. I felt it inside of me, there’s something going on, the feelings too strong to question, feels too good to be wrong. Neither one of us, not knowing how to say goodbye. Cinderella, the glass is half full, your love makes my outlook sparkle. I will not make the love slip through my heart, or be eclipse by the twilight. In the midnight hour, your love shimmers like the star you are. You have my heart on a mission, keep finding your love again and again, in my forevermore. Your love is candy, sweet drops of honey. Your smile, lights up the sky, glows in the starlight. Why wish on a thousand stars, my soul is convinced, heaven has sent you to be, my shining star. Hand in hand, barefoot along the sands of time. Your love will make me, better than I was, more than I am. It’s a perfect fit, the day your love slipped into my heart. The moment, your beauty penetrated my soul, and I became whole. Making this a timeless love story; two hearts, in no fairytale, living in an endless love!
My thoughts, are just that. Some talk out loud, some are about me, some about people and things; the joy it brings. Some thoughts wander, some out into left field, but that’s okay; it’s in fields of dreams. Some thoughts I share, most I keep to myself. They say, sharing is caring, but oversharing, sometimes does more harm than good. If my opinion is asked, I don’t give my thoughts, I share what’s on my heart. Intellect is nothing tangible, without love being the source. An indulgent soul, doesn’t let thoughts express, what the heart needs to convey. Some thoughts say, I’m thinking about you, and some wonder; am I in your thoughts? My thoughts don’t project, tasteless thoughts, my heart rejects. So, they don’t end up on the tip of my tongue, becoming words, sliding recklessly off my lips. It’s not mind over matter, injecting love is what truly matters. In time, hurtful memories fade, some linger on the brain, the ones the heart can’t hide. The ones so real, it makes the heart feel. Some thoughts are romantic, some poetic, some deeply intrinsic. “Years in a silent river, made my heart a deep thinker, my soul a none drinker.” Thoughts will invade, some will elevate, some I anticipate, some escape me; they were never prisoners. Some reminisce the sweet moments, some leave me wondering, some find the heart grieving. Some thoughts provoke, some I invoke, for my heart to contemplate. My thoughts, are just that; these!
In the dawn, the soul welcomes in the light. The heart, moving within the bliss, the moment, bringing with it a gentleness, the mist. When love’s presence hovers, when the reign falls, the breadth seeps. When passion spills, the moment fills; within depth of soul, love is this. The soul left bare, the heart now aware, the beauty never again missed. How time stands, how the warmth sits, how the breath, waits to exhale. And if, bitterness tries to deceive the soul, love comes wielding its truth, reveals itself to the heart. Deep love, profoundly deeper, than the deepest see. No eyes, could ever fathom what only, the heart was meant to perceive. Within the warmth of love’s embrace, the heartfelt essence is… known!
Her heart, absolutely stunning, her love breathtaking. In her presence, words are never needed, her inner beauty speaks, profoundly. What’s that, milady; you want my love to come closer? You’ve already stolen my heart, but at last; my soul knew, that wouldn’t be enough. So, I pledged all my love. And now, my heart cries a perpetual river, and every day; it becomes another drowning, in the depth of love’s breathless ocean. My soul needs no interpreter, her love language is evident. In so many ways, her words sway, her love lays gently on my heart, like a beautiful flower. Her love is poetic, within the breadth of every whisper. My soul recites it, my heart narrates it as poetry. Her love, doesn’t portray a romance novel, it captivates you, leaves an impression; written on your heart, a real life love story. A Virtuous woman, noble thy love, worth fighting for. Her heart, doesn’t need a knight in shining armor, to blind her worth. Just a noble soul, reflective of a gallant heart, strengthened by her love. To know the color of her love, to feel the texture within her heart, captured by the portrait within her soul; her Nubian essence. Always, forever, playing an endless love song. And if, life gets in the middle; my heart will fight for this love, fight for us, thus; Her!
Always thought, my eyes were open, but sometimes in love, the heart doesn’t always see. Profound love doesn’t blind, it enlightens. Even, when the day becomes clouded, my soul feels a little misty. My heart, waits for your love to shine. Standing tall, how my soul gets to see it all, how radiant your presence shines. A billion miles, could never eclipse the warmth in your existence. Knowing, not the same as being, captured by the beauty. My heart is illuminated, love bares my soul. Fear could never cast a shadow, your radiance leaves me with no doubts. Your shine, beyond what my words can articulate. The essence, leaves my heart elated, my soul breathless. My love, could search high and low, and all my heart would find. My love could never shine so bright, without an enlightened perception, love is a reflective light. I wouldn’t have a clue, how to see into the deepest part of my soul, if love didn’t shine on me. What can outshine, the moment a soul is left speechless? Why chase after rainbows, or ponder why the stars shine at night? Love, makes it all evident, love shines in the darkest moments. There’s nuances in the starlight, reflections glisten in the moonlight. I’m so taken, how love’s shine becomes so breathtaking; all because, I got to see, you shine!
In a state of being, love calms the heart, takes the soul, to a tranquil place. No contemplation needed, to let every breath be taken. In love’s embrace, the rush of the day gives way, to the essence within love’s serenity. In the stillness, in the quietness of soul, love sways you gently. In every dawn, love awakes your soul, with a gentle nudge. In love’s restfulness, silence is never deafening, the heart beats contently. Deep love is that serene place, where time stands still, where your heart knows love’s weightless gravity. Heartfelt contentment is found, in the ambiance of love’s breathless hue. Self-restraint evident, when love is the center within your being. Love’s quiet beauty, that profound perception. Where the heart knows, the soul does more than feel, it encounters the subtle sway, in humanity’s quintessential breadth; love’s tranquility!
How, can love truly serve, if it’s not observant. How can kindness act, if not intentional. A heart distracted, misses an opportunity, for love to be profound. Fear sometimes, a lie without the breadth, to change the heart’s shapely posture. Attentive love, doesn’t need to be persuaded, to show what it’s made of. Love’s closeness, a heart paying close attention. Not for its own wants, but for someone else’s need. Attentive love, affective not just subjective. Attentive love, has an audience of one, but contemplative of many. One on one, doesn’t mean absence of intent. A mindful heart, leaves no one’s worth twisting in the wind. It’s focused, committed, driven; love’s quintessence on display. Attentive love, not easily overwhelmed, with its deepest breadth, will overcome. Thoughtful, kind, caring; watchful love is vigilant, gives its heart and soul. Accommodating, not through obligation, but with deep affection. Gallantly, real love doesn’t strive to be a hero, thrives because heroic love needs no reason, to be… Attentive!
The breadth in her love, a divine imagery, a portrait of heart and soul. Her tears, deepens her faith, her hope, strengthens her resolve. Wounds heal, time reveals, how a strong woman, overcomes. Despite her flaws, her breadth is undeniable. Elevated love, expanded heart. The extent of her love, reaches. To let the soul take hold, your love be emboldened; make known her quintessence. The depth of her love, deepens, profoundly. The life felt in her bones, know the depth in her soul. To know it, for her to let it; the spirit of her love, hover the deep places of her humanity. Down in her soul, her love moves, entrenches her being; encompassing her worth. Her wants, her needs, desires released, her essence unmasked. Within her deepest breath, a pause, the exhale; her heartfelt expressions. Her quiet beauty, eclipsed by her gentle soul; love personified. Her heart beats gracefully, her love given completely. The art of becoming, the portrait of her being displayed; the breadth in her soul!
A Love Story! 
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