I don’t need, my heart to be in a comfortable place, for my love to be, transparent. Every day, there’s a look deep within. Not just to believe, but to know, love is a choice. Love has a light, that glows beyond, what eyes see. The splendor, the majestic beauty, what can compare? To a heart captured, by breadth, the soul captivated, by love’s breathtaking nature? In the stillness, within the quietness of being. Love, is like a gentle breeze, whispering into your soul. So, when you’re standing, at the edge of forever, love will be, the true point of reference. A heart in that place, will see forevermore. For time and space, will no longer exist, just the moment. Love, won’t let the soul fathom, what your heart is not willing to believe. The moon, the sun, the stars, can never eclipse, my pointed view. My heart, positioned to be, enlightened to see; my own vision of love. Not by a telescopic lens, but perceive with an elevated perspective. A heart in the presence of, your soul catching sight of. What it’s like to know, love’s radiant light. Dreams drifting off, to be daydreams. Love should never be, about the best vantage point, but having a bird’s-eye view. The heights your soul know, when love gives your heart wings, to span horizons. The promise will be this, never letting the moment miss, hearts basking in love’s heavenly bliss. No abstract, no obscured, no obstructed view will ever suffice. Letting the vision in my heart, not be realized, and true. Love’s perfect point of view, what lens my soul, with an undistracted devotion!

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Slipping in and out, between the deepest breadth, my soul awakes. To find love, resting gently on my heart. Trying, to catch the breadth, my soul gasps. There’s nothing, a heart can do, when love takes your breath. In the tranquility, within the stillness. In the silence, in my sleep, love breathes in my heart. Words, are never needed, my soul can feel the subtle whisper. Love’s breathless presence, leaves my heart in awe, speechless. Before, my soul catches a glimpse, my heart drifts off again. Sweet dreams, are made of this, love singing to you, the sweetest lullaby. In between my every breath, love speaks softly, to my restlessness; be still, and know. With, my soul at ease, my heart sets sail, destined for another daydream. A soul at rest, encounters love’s deepest awakening. Between the breadth, breath is taken, breathing becomes, enlightened. What’s, a soul to do, when at night you awaken; to once again find love, resting quietly, on your heart?

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I need You, like I need water, like I need substance, to be. I don’t want to be, I need to feel alive. Fire needs oxygen, to burn. I need you, to move my heart, be my every breath. I need you, to capture my lungs, become my spoken word. I need you, to be the rush, the wind beneath my wings, be the breadth within my soul. I need you, to help me breathe, within the raging sea. I need you, to blow my mind, when you do it again; become my everything. Still my heart, let my soul be in awe. Knowing, without you, my breath would never be. My breadth, becomes the presence of. I need you, oh, how I need you. With every rise and fall, my heart is full. You are the Air, I breathe!

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Becoming, the displayed reflection. What’s sometimes seen, may not always tell the story. Even, if the picture, is worth a thousand words. Love, with a thousand reflections, won’t convey the true essence. A one sided reflection, a mirror of glass, with an imagery, never reflecting the vulnerability. A flawed portrayal, doesn’t mean, not still a masterpiece, created to reflect. Broken, doesn’t mean a mirror can’t create, a true reflection. Seeing, can sometimes be deceiving, if believing, isn’t in the perceiving. Reflections within a mirror, formation of the outward. Not a revelation of truth, what you’re becoming. The surface reveals, light is reflective. Objects in a mirror, closer than they appear, but not apparent, if the blind spot is marginalized. Water reflects, tears mirror, the heart feels. Becoming, not about mirroring, but reflecting. Perspective, through the lens of love. A beautiful reflection of, becoming, an endearing display of, love’s tapestry!

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Forever, speaks to me. Since, the dawn of my time, an echo has always resonated. What it was, what the encounter will become? My soul, captured within the depth. My heart, captivated by the breadth, at the edge of time. Forevermore, echoes in the here, the now. A heart and soul learning, how to become one, with forever. The melody, the resounding harmony. My heart, tries to make sense, but my soul chimes in. Forever, will never be enough, to show how deep the love. The still whispers, echoes resoundingly; forever will become, my everything. And my heart, won’t want to leave that place, my soul will forever be in this space. Forever will be, my endless love. For ever and ever, what makes love ring true. Forever, will never be enough, for my heart to show, how deep the love, has become. In the stillness, where earnestly, my soul learned how to echo. Forever, filled up the space. Forever, spoke to me, and waited to see, if my heart was listening? If the response would be, my heart echoing the words; I will love You, forever. When, I’m standing at the end of time. My heart will know, my soul has been in the most beautiful place. In the presence of, heaven. Where, forever became, my heart. There’s no place more breathtaking, than forever. And now my soul, won’t ever want to leave this place; Captivated!

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Love’s predictable kiss, leaves the soul, with an endearing blush. A heart exposed, for the world to see. How love’s presence, becomes the depth, the breadth, the height, in heart and soul. Love’s intimate light, nuanced within, love’s breathtaking hue. The heart tilts, the soul waits, to breathlessly exhale. When, love ignites the senses, eyes have no Sight, if love becomes blind. Roses are red, violet have a Smell, but not when the heart, becomes blue; he loves me, she loves me not. Love is a song, the sweetest lullaby. When, love is a symphony, lyrics are heard. But sometimes, lyrically the heart, don’t know the rhythm. “You put one foot in, you put one foot out. You put one foot in, you shake it all about. You do the hokey pokey, turn yourself around; is that what love’s all about?” So, you talk about it, to see if you can still Taste it, love’s poetic kiss? The lasting impression, that Touches the most beautiful parts of your soul, that’s what love does. When love becomes, it’s more than a flame, but a burning fire, that engulfs indifference. When, love makes your heart thirst, don’t ask for water. If you already know, you have a deep river, to submerge your forever. Love’s hallmark moments, love capturing your imagination, but releases your heart and soul. To become intimate, with love’s poetic kiss!

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Stitched, pieces of ourselves, our well being, mind, body, soul; tethered. The fabric held, the texture becoming, the breadth expanding, love’s quintessence. Every breath, doesn’t need to exhale seamlessly, to be flawlessly imperfect. When hope, is joined with faith; love and joy entwined, makes peace, seem attainable. Sustaining love, repairs fragmented trust, mends broken-hearted. Heart and soul knitted, is kept intact, by love’s undistracted devotion. Sewing and weaving, strengthens the truth. Love, basted beneath and within, prepares the heartstrings. To be tugged, but the trust unbroken. Even when, your world seems to be unraveling. Love’s tapestry, won’t let the heart come apart, or become frayed; only swayed, by love’s endearing grace!

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