An encounter, not by chance, a heart’s momentary glance, a soul’s predestined stance, captivated by the beauty of, love’s shining star. A beam of light, ray of hope, touching beyond surface of. Time and space, deep inside, breadth of innermost. Light flashed, epiphany enlightened, reign cascaded. The beauty struck, head to heart, depth of soul. Love, a million pieces of its beauty, whole within my soul, filling a breathtaking chasm in my heart. A heart of stone, struck by love’s deep beauty, flesh softened, drawing from its crimson well. No, passing gust of fear, can rip from its anchored soul, love’s firm foundation. Every soul, should take the time to know, why love has chosen to make its heart, a home? Love’s lighting rod, striking at the heart of what matters, leaving traces of its spark, within the crevices of its being. Its heartfelt symphony, music to the heart, hymn for the soul. With every moment being, heart and soul persuaded, swayed instrumentally. It’s beautiful rhapsody, strumming a chord, heartstrings. Just, one look… away, from the beauty of love’s allure, would surely cast its sphere, within the heart’s peripheral. Where the fragrance of, the light of, the epiphany of, the reign of… would lose its deepest meaning. A heart forever captured, the soul raptured by, the beauty of… My soul, would rather be in want of air, than to ever let my heart be in need of, living without. Love’s breathless beauty, the gravity of, its oxygenating essence!

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Stages, how life is lived, how through transitional states, mind, body, soul; a heart’s metamorphosis, hopes and dreams. A caterpillar’s heart, wings within to be discovered, waiting for its moment, to be revealed. Within the undergoing, a beautiful change in heart and mind. Beauty within a soul’s transformation, emergence of its wings. A heart chasing butterflies, a soul finding its freedom, to soar on the wings of love. In the cool of the day, in the warmth of love’s embrace, the heart lifted up with air beneath, the wings of its fluttering soul. The winds of change blow wild, the soul trying to catch its breath, within a heart predestined to live free. Blood pumping, hopes becoming, thrill of the chase, dreams taking flight. The higher the sights, the greater the heights. Butterfly wings, an adoration of feeling, love’s deep sensation awakened. A heart, with wings spread wide, soar forever like an eagle, with its metamorphosed, butterfly wings!

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In the heart’s journey through life, growing pains, hurt that stains. Tears restrained, ten foot walls, castle in the sand. Time, lines drawn, washed away by the see, how to awaken the love in me. Seeking life’s happiness, living in the quietness, breathing in the fullness. Emotions swimming in the stillness, a waterless silent river. My awakening, hidden in slumber, the sleepless yearning; in childhood daydreams. Am I strong enough, am I brave enough, am I, worthy of? To be, or not to be? I choose to be me, live free, give no apologies. In the pressing, the pulling, in the pushing, the tugging; heartstrings. In quiet contemplation, a question remained; what does awaken love look like? Is it an ocean, a potion, just a watered down notion? An inquiring heart, searched depth of soul, could it be fathomed, be awakened in me? I looked deep, my heart lost sleep, in my awakening. Love’s awakened presence, wasn’t a curtain call, the veil removed. To let my heart see, a soul destined to be, love’s poetic muse!

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Intently, within stillness of soul, the voice of love speaks. Softly it whispers, gently it moves. Quietly, it waits for the heart to be ready, to embrace its gentle spirit. An open heart, listens for love’s distinct voice. Heard within the wind, felt in those still moments. The ones taking your breath to new heights, to become one with love’s eternal plane. Within its understanding, its nuances are known, its beauty elevated, the texture deeply felt. The richness of its tapestry, woven deep within its fabric. The voice of love, its truth makes the heart swell, the soul well. In its subtle grin, its obvious tell. How words not spoken, speaks to the essence of its renown. Love’s consistency, within waves, in what it sounds like, unequivocal its tone. An expression of its resonance, the ambiance of its profoundness. Its simplicity, displaying a portrayal of its existence, its benevolence, its quintessence. A heart full of grace, transcendence of what moves love, between time and space. Of its breadth, calmness within its depth. The voice of love, music to the heart, a melody for the soul. A song in the night, strumming the heartstrings. Love’s rhythmic sweet lullaby, it’s linguistic harmony, touching the deepest places. Its virtue provoked, heart and soul echoing; the voice of love!

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Healing, within its endearing quality. Within its texture, the soothing nature within its essence. Within its fragrance, the aromatic balm within its captivating ambiance. Within its comfort, its restorative effect. The breadth, within its subtle allure, the penetrating depth, within its intrinsic substance. Its natural ease, solace for an anxious spirit. Its unyielding beauty, leaves you with its deep sense of knowing, you’ve felt its quintessence. Its heartfelt warmth, brushed against your soul; its balmy presence, more than skin deep. When, life rubs the wrong way, its medicinal qualities, found within its undeniable strength. Revealing its unyielding reassurance, what’s within; love’s enduring balm!

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My words, have a tell, no need to read between the lines, meaningful words reveals itself, in transparent ink. My heart is the ink, giving words its meaning. My words pen black and white, my love telling, painted in vivid color. Some say, my words are out spoken, but what eyes fail to understand; my words would never have meaning, if my heart didn’t have a tell. Growing up, my heart and soul lived in introverted space. Within time and silence, between seen and not heard; living and being. Even then, living in plain sight, my heart had a tell, but drowned out by the silence. Those words are these, what I’m here telling. For too long, every heartbeat was content, living a silent life. Then one day, the silence within my heart was pierced, my words bled onto the canvas, unmistakable now the tell. Many think, it’s the eyes that sees telltale signs, but, how can you read a book, that knows how to hide its most significant verses of its tell, in introverted spaces? My tell is this, these words, my heart is telling. In every prose, underlined pages of my soul, emphasized words; my telltale witness. Life, gives every soul a story to tell, ever syllable its own tale, love getting the glory. My love is telling, and it leaves my heart, exposed!

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It truly matters, your heart feeling at home, your soul resting deeply, empowered by the breadth that love offers. The world revolves, the day evolves, but does it all involve, living securely within the power of love? Young love is eager, young at heart has vigor, but does your love live wild, or free… with power to see. A distracted heart, doesn’t have the ability to reign in, wayward thoughts. Love gives the heart power, to be more than it was, better than it is. It doesn’t matter, how far down the road of life your heart gets. Stop, and realize this, love is the one thing, that gives your soul the freedom to be, free. It’s doesn’t matter, how difficult life’s journey gets. Love gives you its power, to enlighten your way, the ability to brighten your day. Love, isn’t always what you want, but yet everything you need, to succeed. Making it hard for your mind to not believe, your heart doesn’t have capacity to overcome, what seems impossible. Love power, makes the world revolve, the days evolve, keep the heart involved. To a way irrelevant thoughts, render negative influences powerless. The encounter, the soul giving its own account, the reign of love’s power. We’ve all felt it, been compelled, or propelled by it. No heart, can avoid it indefinitely, evade it forever. One thing, no one could ever deny, the power of love!

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True love, doesn’t need text, to give it context. It’s not swayed by veiled pretext, its benevolence, can’t be taken out of context. Love is, or it isn’t! Bares itself in plain sight, leaves its innermost exposed with no apology. What it’s believed to be, won’t change its essence. Its truth, can’t be negotiated with, giving every bit of its worth, nonnegotiable. Love paints in color, willing to go outside the lines, showing its true colors. Love doesn’t throw shade… on the canvas of the heart, calling itself a depiction of its vibrant tapestry. Contextually, love doesn’t depend on anything to be, yet based into the fabric of everything. Its significance, tethering the heartstrings natural course, love being its lifeline. Love, unapologetic in its compassion, decisive in its expression, evident with its posture. It’s not moved by indifferent moods, not intimidated by feelings, doesn’t capitulate to framed reference. The nuances of its resilience, interwoven within the breadth. The nature of its meaning, the complexities of its existence. Love’s purpose, be persuasive like the wind, while swaying like a gentle flower. Love’s contextual beauty, the texture, the clarity revealing what is; heart and soul.

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