Hope and faith, set in motion reverberates in love, lived simple, life’s inherent symbol. When breeze blows, strikes a cord, wind becomes instrumental. As air moves about, unforeseen element, provoke statue qou, the wind chimes in, making its presence known. Air suspended, nudged by hands of time, echoes within the wind. The soothing sound of freedom, tales of how the wind chimes. Gusts of air, brushing up against what is, the wind, serenading with its lyrical expression. When spring blooms, when summer’s hue exhales the warmth of its days, wind chimes its muse. Air, conditioned to be, drifts directional with its charm, breathtaking but does no harm. Knowing, the breath of its gentle allure, knowing the subtle thrust within love’s forevermore. Oxygen, precipitates movement of the wind, the soul reciprocates air, love compelling the breadth, and therefore the heart… chimes!

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Air, in its presence we live, with its breadth we exhale. The power of its might, the synergy of its existence. When, does the soul truly begin to breathe? Is it the moment, life gives of its breath, or the moment love’s oxygen, finds its way to your heart, leaving you breathless? Desperation to find, never a soul desperate to know; how love, becomes the air you breathe. Love within the air, though seemingly colorless to the senses, a captivating scent to the soul, stimulating the heart’s intellect. Fear free, a heart embracing the hues of love’s carefree allure. A soul blossoming, shedding petals of love, likened to that of a crimson rose. Love laid bare, a heart set free, to frolic like a feather within the wind. Chasing butterflies, on the wings of love’s majestic splendor. Free falling, the heart anticipating the moment, the soul will be raptured by the essence, within love’s divine beauty. Love’s oxygenating power, fuels the heart’s desires, enriches the soul’s resolve. A heart and soul, breathing in life’s fullness, knows the source of its empowerment. The oxygenated breadth, of love’s breathtaking provision!

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Love, paints a realistic portrait, its imagery, portrayed a thousand different ways. Its vibrancy, vivid in its natural state, transparent. Its crimson hue, deepens its allure, pure. Its enlightened portrayal, its lighthearted nature, warmth. Its artistry, its simplistic expression, genuine. Its beauty, its breathless silhouette, love. Its most enduring quality, the texture of its endearing fabric. Whispers of its presence, echoing around the world, escaping through the pores of the heart. The most beautiful love, a portrait and its portrayal, love’s true essence!

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Beyond the natural, yet in of itself, true. Pure love, its beauty, celestial in its nature. Though, unseen in its totality, its existence undeniable. Love was, is, forever will be. The mimic of, its angelic form, a poetic expression of, an artistic depiction of. In plain sight, its presence evident, its essence prevalent. Some, call love heavenly, and indeed it is, displayed in its sublime vastness. For, love transcends time, space, prevailing unfettered by. Time cannot alter it, space cannot eclipse it. In being, out of being, lies the life within, love’s manifestation. What an open heart perceives, a beautiful mind contemplates. Out of one’s self, the consciousness reveals, its fullness, love’s innate silhouette. The breadth thereof, the depth therein, the transcendence of. What heart and soul yearns to behold, love’s celestial plane!

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Insight, doesn’t fight to see, doesn’t need might to be. Through love’s lens, new heights, horizons bright. Peripheral’s slight, hindsight’s twenty twenty. A heart’s vantage point, doesn’t need perfect sight, to know what’s right. Doesn’t grasp the winds of change tight, hoping not to lose breadth in flight. Perceptive living, in excess of the natural. An observant heart, reads between lines, sees beyond words. Visions of what’s discerned, an enlightenment within an intuitive soul. The revelation of what insight does, gives meaning to, what words don’t say, but what the soul wants to convey. Smoke and mirrors, vague expressions, in of itself could never hide, what an acute heart will discern. Insight, doesn’t just see, but listens, then speaks. In stillness of soul, insight says to your heart. In every brand-new way of looking at life, if your heart knows, love hovers in the midst of it, ready to sway your spirit’s confidence. Insight, could never be attained, without the loving appreciation for, what permeates within knowing the heart of another. Insight knows, love defining what becomes of your soul, restrains life from redefining; what your heart won’t allow to be. Deep understanding, comes with profound recognition, insightfulness’ intrinsic importance!

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