Your love, is a beautiful flower. My heart is full, filled with the crimson beauty. My soul is becoming, time and space. A timeless love, needs room to grow. Breathlessly, I watch how love, yields an endless bloom. You are a flower, I am a stem from. Forevermore, my soul will be planted, my heart tethered, my love deeply rooted. Roses are red, violet a purplish hue, my soul basking in the light. In the meadows, my breath frolics through two lips. Trying to find words, my heart has left me speechless. My sweet beloved, you are the flower, swaying the breadth within my soul. Beyond the surface, there’s a perpetual thirst, water won’t quench!

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There’s a light, in the darkness, an illuminating presence, a guiding light, enlightening the moment. With every step, the path becomes clear. Love, the continuous light, in the darkest times. When the night comes, when the twilight howls, within the wind. Faith, that doesn’t flicker, lets the heart always see, hope is never lost. Love is the lighthouse, the candle in the window, the light in an open heart. Silencing the fear, giving peace to your soul. To become the truth, when lies are speaking, be the calm, when the sea is raging. Be the voice, when the heart is lost for words. When the days are cold, love will warm the heart, captivate the soul, capture the imagination. Though, the light may be dim, when the heart of many, have waxed cold. Light it up, so love won’t be hard to see. When love is enlightened, the heart reveals, a flame burning bright. The light of love, lighting up the darkness, shining for the world to see. That there’s a heart, being the light, in the candle!

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When, the heart catches sight of, love’s true intrinsic nature? It’s a soul discovering, love is an encounter. In the knowing, breadth becomes, in the anticipation, the wait to exhale. The objective, to be a heart on an exploration to know the inevitability, love’s deepest expression. The soul searching, the heart seeking, to be changed by the encounter. In the height, the soul perceives to what length, wherewith the heart will journey, to look deep into forever. Experiencing the vastness, of being lost in love. Where, even old stars display, how a profound love still cascades, timeless. Where, time doesn’t eclipse, the first encounter, the final story not yet told. When, it’s too dark to see love? Finding the width, how we discover the depth. In knowing the breadth, we come face to face, with the quintessence. Hand on your beating heart, how you feel if the love is breathing, truly. And if, truth be told, the first encounter, what captured the heart. The second, what took your breath. Of the third, love’s endearing kindness encountered; a glimpse of heaven. Love’s intelligence, the wonder beheld, the heart giving witness. That true love, is never unidentified. The soul knows, when it becomes, a close encounter!

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You must think, I’m such a fool, being here in this place, time after time. It seems I can’t help, but find myself lost, in love, again and again. Don’t say, it’s a foolish heart, trying to navigate matters of the heart, with blind faith. Faith is the substance, and I have the evidence, you will see. Every encounter, etched within the memoir of my heart. I can’t even, begin to tell you how many times this compass of mine, has led my heart to a place, to reminisce, I would be remiss. Trust without borders, what motives my soul, to go where feet can’t wander. Love is the compass, taking my heart to the place. Where my soul can know, love’s breathless wonder. I am no longer wondering, but my soul does wander. Love, won’t allow my heart to stay, in one place. So, time and time again. I find myself here, in this place, lost. Through the hourglass, the sands of time, will tell the tale. About the compass, within a heart, equipped with a G.P.S (God. Positioned. Securely) The compass, fixated on the northern star, with a guiding light. Love is an instrument, providing the perpetual pull, to love’s heartfelt undertaking. To evade the quicksand, a heart has to be mindful. An ill-advised path, leads to wayward place. When, love is the compass, fathomable has no boundaries, becoming… lost!

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What’s words, when her love dialect, speaks so profoundly. Why wouldn’t I recognize heartfelt gesture? When the subtlety of her love, has become so quintessential, to astound. Why, fathom the depth in a river, when your soul has encountered, the love in a deep river woman. Her wit-ness, a testament to her heart, a love with a divine intellect. One glimpse into her heart, I knew an angel, was sent from heaven. How, could my heart not be swayed? When a moving love ballad, is playing quietly in the background, of a real life love story? A heart, is not a home, without the fragrance of love, lingering with the undeniable essence. The beauty of her love, a picture-perfect portrait; what love is. My heart is the canvas, painted with her unfading love. At night, I lay my soul down, and in my dreams I feel. Her love resting, quietly on my heart. Her breadth is felt, her love whispers in my sleep. Time never passes, her quiet beauty, makes the love timeless. Her love walks quietly, loves faithfully; never tiptoeing around, love’s true nature. Unconditional love, her beautiful accessory, gifted for my soul to cherish. A touch from her love, and everything is right. The gentleness of her heart, such a beauty to behold. Every kiss of her love, a permanent mark left on my heart, that can never be washed away. The color of love, her hands, and feet made beautiful. Her heart is virtuous, her love unmistakable, her words endearing. With a certain, je ne sais quoi. Pretty, pretty please, she shares with me her heart. In the quietness, our souls conversing; her love, has a quiet beauty!

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