Some say, love is a treasure, but love says, it’s the greatest gift. They say, love flows like a river, but love says, it’s the deepest ocean. Some say, love shines a bright light, but love says. Light is love’s glow, reflecting its existence, for all to see. They say, love conquers all, but love says. I’m what give hearts the ability, overcome its fear. Some say, love changes the heart, but love says, it changes everything. They say, actions speak louder than words, but love says. I am the word, that gives actions, its voice. Some say, love is a mystery, but love says. It’s the only thing, that will truly reveal itself. They say, love can break your heart, but love says, it breaks every chain… ed up heart. Some say, love makes it hard to see clearly, but love says. It’s what frees the heart, to see beyond the superficial. They say, love takes no less, than everything, but love says. If less than everything, then is it, truly love? Some say, love feels your pain, but love says, feelings are irrelevant. Faithfulness gives love texture, pain provides the context. They say, love is bliss, but love says, this don’t miss. The road to bliss, paved with enduring love. When the light flickers, our humanity seeming to have disappeared. Light a candle, one thing still remains. The beauty, in a truth that can never be extinguished, love is… forever!

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In the garden, where it all starts, life. Here in the garden, I have it all, love given, breath taken. Here in my garden, love is planted, in my soul deeply rooted. Here in the garden, something good, something kind. Gives peace of mind, what hope brings about. Here in the garden, fresh herbs, soothe the restless soul. In love’s garden, fresh flowers, enhances love’s intrinsic nature. Love, touching depth of soul, your soil becomes enriched, and moist; moisture falling from the eyes. Here in the garden, love gives the best version of, heart and soul; blood, sweat, and tears. If the rose does prick, does the heart not bleed? If joy does tickle the bone, does the soul not laugh out loud? If a flower does blossom, does love not flourish. In the garden, true love is like a kiss from a rose; planted on the heart, love’s rose colored two-lips. In sunshine or in shade, love needs water and light, to thrive. Every day, love awakens my soul, my garden, needs my attention. Faithfulness, with all its tenderness, keeps love vibrant. Here in my garden, the harvest is plentiful. My heart, reaps the love it sows. From seeds planted, love is thriving; here in, my love garden!

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My heart, needs to know, do I let you down, sometimes? Does my soul, make you smile, do my words meet your approval, sometimes? I make so many mistakes, trying to prove, you give me worth. My heart has many issues, and oh, how I wish they would melt, fade away like snowflakes, sometimes. Tell me this, can I be myself, for you? Can I express who I am, on the inside? Can I leave my heart exposed, and not worry about it being ravaged, by an indifferent worldview? Saying something, giving everything; not afraid my words, and heart would wrestle, to see which would triumph? Would it make you proud, if my heart was the victor, sometimes? If my soul was always willing, to let my heart be vulnerable, all the time? Without a residue of doubt, leaving a tasteless display. Would that say my love is real, sometimes? Let my heart know, if my words are selfish, motivated by my own self interest. Thinking, it’s all about me, not what you’ve made my heart become? To you, I don’t have to prove anything. You take me as I am, made me better than I was. You have made me, into what others see, today. So, why do I feel, I’m still letting you down, sometimes. When, you’ve accepted I’m just a man, still trying to be. Why do I care, what you think? Do I dare, how would my soul fare, if you, were to ever let go of my heart? Truth, knowing something in how you love, is still missing, but still choosing to be, love anyways; and not just, sometimes. Love, oh Love, to you I don’t have to prove anything; actions speak for itself. When love is the story, words won’t get the credit. Would it make you proud, if I relinquished the key, and give everyone, a gate pass to my heart? Sometimes, my words don’t match my heart’s posture. You’ve given me a higher calling, that bares my soul. Love, help my words be true, to me. Then my heart will truly be, a reflection of Love, Always!

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Breathing, breathing is easier, because your love is near. Living, living is in the moments, your love leans in. Maybe, maybe no one can see my heart beating, but that’s because, because they just don’t understand, I’m still waiting, waiting to exhale. Quietly, quietly your love takes every breath, and profoundly my soul is lost, lost for words. Blind, blindness could never stop my soul from knowing. Love, not just about feeling(s), but letting love get close enough to your heart, to touch your soul. Always, always knows forever, is not the same thing. Promises, promises say you will always, but true love, will forever be. Time, time teaches you that it’s the little things, that needs to be said, and done. To keep sweetest love, from becoming bitter, marginalized. Give, give me moments, give me words, love give me opportunities. So, my soul can truly express, your love is satisfying. In, in love, keeps you in the presence of, now, and forever. Against, against all odds, your love stays, resting. How, how can I let it get away; let the love leave, without a trace? When, when I know I can’t take a breath, without you. Breathing, breathing is so much easier, because your love is always, on my heart!

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Speechless, love in action, needs no words. When love leans in, actions speak louder, than words. Go figure, love in action, never lets you have to figure out, action says it all. Words in quotation, needs action to become, a true expression. Action does, what words can only convey. Actions, are never wordless, should never be less than, what real love will express. The heart listens, love interacts, action speaks. Like a beautiful flower, swaying in love’s gentle warmth. When actions speak, words sway, but by design; love’s intent is known. A call to action, love keeping heart and mind, accountable by its actions. Deep love, deepens with time. Profound love, lives in moments. Kindness in action, displays love’s intrinsic nature. When actions speak, love springs into motion. Silence, will never be deafening, love speaks to the heart. Words penned, inaction discovers. The heart turns the page, love writes a new verse. With love’s deeper meaning, actions speak!

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Constant, like a breathless breeze, love hovers. Persistent, like a deep river, love lingers in deep places. Continual, like an endless scent, love has a quantifiable fragrance. Perpetual, like a perceptible motion, love moves to become, a beautiful display. Recurrent, like a perceptive dream, love finds new meaning, in the quiet moments. Repeated, like the appearance of the dawn, love feels warmest, knowing it will be there, again and again. Frequent, like breaths, taking a thousand of, like stars, seeing millions of. Love is a quintessential existence, sustained by being, consequential. Relentless, like a galloping spirit, love runs towards you, regardless of what lies ahead. Unrelenting, like a timeless bloom, love is like a flower, showing the best of. Never-ending, like an immeasurable essence, love takes you to that familiar place. Where the heart tries to fathom, the height, the length, the breadth of. What’s found within the midst of, love’s habitual presence!

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True love is like incense, lingering profoundly. Breathless love is an aroma, poised to take your breath. Into the atmosphere, pure love releases its undeniable presence, earnestly, its existence is known. Every time, the fragrance brushes against your soul. Gently love, is a confident love. It moves the heart, touches the soul, with just the breadth. Like the first breath, in the next, even in the last breath. Love like perfume, the allure draws you in, but the essence what keeps you. Love, refined to become like incense, the essential defining perception. Love dipped in persuasion, becomes like incense, steeped in purity. Deep love is like a water lily, blossoming into a graceful flower, leaving no doubt. Growth makes love flourish, filling a heart with the scent of. Making the soul become, a beautiful display of love. Like fragrant incense, words can never deceive, the truth, what love makes the heart perceive. Love with real substance, strong enough, it will captivate, tangible becomes evident, powerful enough it provokes. Likened to sweetness, love’s kindness captures, with the sweet smell of. Just like balm, sage love is likened to incense, relinquishing profound healing!

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