A heart, wrapped in the most precious love. A moment in time, that can never be captured, in a hallmark rendition. Love’s kiss, in the beautiful exchange. Love, swaddled in a blanket of hope, and grace. Words, formed in the truest priceless text-ture. Wrapped, to be displayed in the pages of time. The timeless tale, expounded profoundly. Every verse, absolute to the end of time. The fabric of love, gently covers your soul. Wrapping your heart, with the most endearing warmth. A feeling, not even the sands of time, could never erase. Every breath, held tightly. The peace, swaddling your soul, with awe and wonder. The ribbons of truth, tethering the heart, with boundless joy. The night light shines, love hovers in the quiet. Swaddled love, the gift-wrapped up, but yet unveiled. For all heart to know the depth, now, and forevermore!
Love in action, steps into the spotlight. Not with an already seen performance, but with a genuine display, of love and affection. Love in stages, the heart playing a significant role. One act, only sets the scene. The Who, what, when, where, but the why; without question. If to be, or not to be… faithful. Who, should see the love, everyone. What, was the motive, love unconditional. When, should love be displayed, always. Where, did the love originate, the heart. Why, should there always be an encore? To demonstrate, love could never truly act. Until the heart is moved, by strength of character. To show how love in action, can leave you breathless. Love has a background, so the backdrop, can shine a radiant light, that leaves an afterglow. Doesn’t matter the stage, where your love is at. It’s still, a heart becoming… shaped by the soul. Love, not aligned with the stars, but the breadth therein, holding love’s starry gaze. In love, I have, we have, every heart has a part to play. Here, in our humanity, every heart has a starring role. Don’t ever hesitate, to let your heart get into character. No script, should ever be needed. For the love, to be heartfelt!
Love in stages, has a point to it. The development, a heart going through the necessary phase. Moments in time, a period, becoming part of love’s journey. The heart, reaching a particular juncture. Where every stage, requires another self examination. A search of the heart, will stretch the love, until it covers. The choice, to be, or not to be. A heart has a platform, but love gives it a voice. Love, doesn’t need the right forum. For the heart to be at a stage, showcasing a just decorum. Thy lips, cannot speak, unless thy heart, gives it words. With love, if your heart isn’t in it? Then how, can the love truly show, what’s inside? Love in its truest action, avoids the drama. For the love to not be seen, as a staged production. In the right setting, love doesn’t need the perfect context, for the feeling to be the right texture. Even if love, unperformed in action? Never let it be, an act seen too many times. Love in stages, a heart forever in the spotlight. Reciting affirmation, reciprocating the love. So the breadth, has its own love story, to tell!
Don’t assume, my hand and my mind, collaborates to pen, words for my muse. They don’t dictate, to how deep the river flows. A heart conditioned, doesn’t allow the mind and body. To affect what heart and soul, needs to be perfectly clear. A heart, very much in control, of what’s said, and done. The heart bleeds, the mind concedes, as love dictates. The pen flows, the ink reveals. A love story, in every verse. Pumping the brakes, won’t change the trajectory. Love has a mission, to let every heart know the gravity, within a breathless love. A strong heartbeat, still needs to be a heart, with a sustaining love. A steady rhythm of love, what moves every heartbeat, beyond the average 60 to 100 beats per minute. Off the charts, a heart with a profound condition. The love, moves beyond words. The heart, the fifth largest organ in the body, but pound for pound the strongest. It’s not muscles, that defines a warrior, it’s the heart. As for, me and my soul. Don’t assume, what collaborates to pen, words for my muse. My truest love, the only thing that remedies, a Heart Conditioned, to bleed… Love, from the deepest place!
Growing, my heart lived in silent rivers, hid between shadows. You might think, too many years like that, leaves a heart drowning in loneliness. But, that’s where a boy of few words, learned how love’s true breadth, becomes your deepest breath. Coming out for moments, my heart found it didn’t need breaths of air, to live in my introverted world. A heart predestined, will never be able to let futile habits, change your destiny. In the waiting, how my soul learned how to exhale, love’s deeper meaning. In the stillness, where love holds your breath, and breathes for you. So in the wake, it becomes your everything. Hours turned into days, the years became forever. In the mature years, a man comes to realize; though a few good men, can change the world. But, within the quiet beauty, the love of a virtuous woman. Doesn’t change your path, but becomes part of a love story. In the reign, love will shower your soul, with an ocean of blessings. A man of few, his story enriched, with a deepened love. The title, the beginning, the end; about love. Every chapter, with the same character, love becoming. The story, repeating over and over. Every page turned, the love becomes deeply written. Though the ink bleeds, a few words, won’t tell the tale. How a boy, of few words. Became a man, telling a love story, about a love Divine. You don’t, have to understand the depth. Understand, how the love becomes breathless. And can still manage to leave, a heart with a few words!
Like the sun rising, hopes and dreams, in every new horizon. Like the stars shining, love reflects, a beautiful light. Like a vigorous wind, love moves profoundly, takes your breath. Every beat of your heart, racing to catch, the breadth. To my soul, love spoke deeply, walls fell. Crumbled, like a sandcastle. Like a child, love breathed, lets new hope arise. The heart, feeling love’s presence, hovering. That won’t let the heart, wander out of the reach, of love’s gentle touch. Whispers of love, heard in the stillness. A heart wanting nothing else, but every breath held forever, in love’s deep embrace. A song of love, singing a sweet melody. Rock-a-bye, heaven is near. A soul, cradled in the arms of love. At night, when your heart is laid down. Love is the story, to rest your soul on, through the twilight. When love breathes deep, when love speaks deeply. Chains break, walls fall down, crumble into the ocean. A soul overwhelmed, a heart lost for words. In love’s presence, the heart is changed, with every breath taken!
Every Moment, in your love. You’re, in every breath, breathing through every heartbeat. The breadth, in my lungs, it’s you. In every season, you are the reason, the days are pleasing. Every Moment, in your presence. Breathless, how you find me. Speechless, how the love leaves me, waiting. My heart, can’t casually breathe out. In the midst of the chaos, my confidence to breathe. It’s Every Moment, held in love’s embrace. My soul, waiting for every encounter, to exhale. How, do I breathe without you? If Every living Moment, not drowning in an ocean? So when, anyone wants to find my heart. They can find my soul, living between every breadth of love. Every night, through the twilight, when I lay my heart down. My breath, love gently takes, hold until morning. To again be, my first, and in my last. At the end of myself, love will have, my every breath. My soul, saying thank You, Love. For Every, breathtaking Moment!
Whenever, your heart finds itself lost, the fog becomes love’s journey. Just remember, to let your heart be a lighthouse. Your soul be a beacon, your love be a light, in the dark. Love enlightens, what the heart allows to permeate, from deep within. When the rudder, seems broken, and your heart beings to drift off course. Waves of emotions, starts to crash against your soul. Know this, hope and faith, they are relentless. In the stillness, they will be the compass, navigating your heart through the darkness. For the night, is always the darkest, before the dawn. With every beat of your heart, let love illuminate the way, to a radiant lighthouse. Let the light, speak to your heart. It will lead your soul, into the loving arms of The One, who truly loves you!
When, I look at you. The picture, has a profound meaning. But my heart, can’t seem to understand. Why, did you have to go? Why, time made the sands, slip away. My breath was loss, my heart stood still. Some day, my soul will surely find answers, when mysteries are revealed. If, your love reached out, whispered to my heart. I would have moved heaven, to earth, interceded. My heart would have stopped, let you breathe, my last breath. Run to you, with undistracted motion. Keep you safe, from what harms. Protect your heart, from what hurts. Fight on your behalf, what comes to overwhelm. In my heart, where you can be found. Scared, sometimes, but held in my love, forever. My baby girl, I would have ran, to the end of time. To find you, and know my heart is safe. But, you’re gone, and living is without you. In the racing, in the searching; in my heart, the piecing. Your love, something profoundly special. Though, your love lives. The heart of a child, will be deeply missed!
Everyday, my heart has a role to play, Always in control. But, who is… Always? Truth be, the tears, fills the chasm. I want, to see you smile. Not just, pictured in a thousand words, or memories. Run to you, hold you in my arms. I know, you must be tired. For weeks, you’ve been resting on my heart. My soul holds you, within every breath. My heart breathless, chasing the love. Trying to catch the wings, of my little butterfly. If my heart, ever tried to call. In the stillness, would be the air, I’m breathing for you. You’re no longer here, to tell me if there was a dream? I can still dream, live for you? My heart, still wants you here. At the end of myself, my heart knows. I will find you, running with the angels. I don’t wipe the tears, I let love kiss away the sadness. Heaven, gave your breadth, to hold for a minute. Your love, softened hearts, touched many souls. When, my breath needs to be taken, my heart needs to be held. I won’t chase the wind, I run, to my father’s love!
In loving memory, of our little butterfly. Justinea Angelina Richards, March 9, 1990 to March 2, 2021. You’re loved, and in our hearts!
One part water, three parts; mind, heart, and soul. Add to it, lots of trust, with affirmation. Real love, it’s tasteful, with a forever warmth. A gentle touch, of appreciation, filled with gratitude. Love, saturated with admiration, and affection, adds the needed spice. Adding, a little bit of this, and a bit of that; guessing what works. Real soul food, the love needs to be intentional. Love, needs your constant attention. So, bitterness doesn’t boil over. Indifference doesn’t make the seasons, be unappetizing. Love is best served, and enjoyed; when tension simmers. Day after day, set the table, and the ambiance. And love, will take its course. Each other’s company, love, poured like new wine. A heart full, but room for seconds. True love, served over and over. Endlessly, until the cup overflows. Love, crucial for the heart, to not just survive, but for the soul to thrive. Love isn’t perfect, but worth it, the time spent. Sharing your heart, filling your soul; precious moments. Truth is, be told. By the love, beneath every breath. Though, the pantry may be stocked, with useful ingredients. Make sure, it can fill heart and soul. Love, always needs to be real, to avoid bland, becoming the struggle. True love, the way to a heart. But, the soul may still feel famished. If the love, lacks real affection. Forever contented, love served up on a platter. For the love to be soulful, the ingredient’s heartfelt, so then soul filled. The true taste of love, every morning. It’s butter for your bread, and sugar for your tea. Love, the absolute best food, for your soul!
I know, without a single doubt, if I searched heart and soul. Your love, would be worth finding, again and again. The question is this, with no hesitation, is it a love, worth dying for? Would I, sacrifice my life, to live through your love, be one with your heart? The answer, Yes, a thousand times yes, through every test. Your love, is the ocean. For my soul, to drown over and over, in love’s embrace. To know You, to be forever in love. Live within the depth, in a deep river, breathlessly. Living, wouldn’t have a deeper meaning. If my breath, you didn’t hold. If my heart, you didn’t have. My heart, could never deny your love, my soul you own. Every day, I dive into the deep, to find my peaceful sure. Whenever, the river overflows. It’s your love, pouring out of my heart. How deep, the love? Some days, I can’t breathe it all in, much less to fathom. So, I wait; until the love, let’s me exhale. My heart, swimming deeper for years. But, my soul, hasn’t yet reached the bottom. Loving you, a day; seems a thousand years. Why, would my heart, worry to sink or swim. Your love, would never let my soul, breathe… on its own. You are the air, the breadth within my lungs. I see, heaven; looking into heart, not your eyes. Yes, without a doubt. My soul, would rather drown, in an ocean… of love!
A Love Story! 
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