By Design; Springtime Hue! 

My Butterfly

Born with angelic wings, breathlessly her soul sings, her heart predestined to be, my dearly beloved butterfly. Even though prematurely birthed, it never determined her worth, a heart larger than life. My little caterpillar made her way to my innermost, where love’s beauty resides. The most beautiful of butterflies, emerged from love’s cocoon. The benevolent of her breadth, waiting to exhale, moment to soar. In her wake, my heart’s quake, of my breath’s take. Of love’s endearing nectar, life’s bitter-sweet nexus, the moments better sweetened, with the ornate essence of love’s heavenly hue. Its breathless kiss, of my heartstrings mist; what lingers true, moves through, heartfelt cues. Her colorful wings, what playful joy they bring; likened to how soulful a hummingbird sings. My butterfly, my once quaint caterpillar, her love quietly flutters my soul. Her love’s picturesque silhouette, took flight with angelic pinion, bid my heart adieu! 

Hummingbird’s Lullaby

Of its beautiful display, the breadth of its natural way, like that of a lyrical sway. Nature’s good vibration, love’s sweet sensation, throughout nations. The rhythm, the rhyme, this moment in time. Life in living color, love renowned like of a vibrant flower. Its brilliance subtle, yet so vivacious of iridescent vibes. Love, hum my soul a song, tug my heartstrings strong; yet tenderly, permeate throughout with a melodious twang. Sun-flowered hue, pollination’s cue, the extract of love’s lavished due. Essence of its meaning, blessing of its ornate truth. Whistling willow, whisper the secrets of love’s undying scent. And accent I shall, with the beauty of my tulips, give away the best of my heart’s most deeply held possession, love. Hummingbird’s lullaby, evident not by its presence, but the sublime texture of its splendor. Life’s bliss, cascades of heartfelt mist, of love’s healing kiss!

By design, a collaboration of my late daughter’s spirit and my soul, giving my heart inspiration to create these designs!

Each design, pieces of different elements woven together; pictures, drawings, paint swatches, inserted and manipulated within several design apps, together creating the final design. A legacy in the making, love’s ornate breadth by design!

*** Hope you enjoyed them, have a wonderful weekend! ***

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Yet!

Believing, sometimes easier said than done, knowing there’s a sublime worth of one’s soul; Yet, belief is subjective. Seeing you’ve come so far, but Yet, your heart fixated on those distant hurdles. You know, you have so far to go; Yet, not persuaded your faith will overcome. Your focus being, amount of times you’ve been knocked down, not sure why stand; Yet, rise. Some days, your heart’s just trying to heal from a brand new scar, only for it to become a broken heart; Yet, there will be another moment for healing. Hope conquers so many mountains, wins the fiercest of battles; Yet, will never brag or boast; it needs your heart to be its host. It’s okay to question seasons, as your soul tries to find the reason; Yet, never doubt if your journey has purpose. Certainly, sometimes it’s hard to see, what your heart doesn’t want to believe; Yet, let trust verify. Don’t give up on, thinking love would abandon your heart. This moment in time, the rhyme; Yet, pieces of life’s poetry, motioning the soulful rhythm that finds. Whenever, anxiety won’t let your soul breathe; Yet, love’s breadth what inspires true confidence, letting the heart exhale its deepest breath. Life doesn’t always make sense; Yet somehow, gives mind, body, and soul its due, recompense. Feel worthy of love, even if some change seems just insignificant pennies; Yet, in love’s well, never a worthless wish to hope. Whenever, things seem uncertain, unbearable to your heart, don’t stop believing; Yet!

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Treasured! 

 

Treasure, your love’s the object of my desire, the jewel that shimmers within the crevices of my heart; I’ve got to have you. Treasure, don’t ever capsize my hopes, unless to show me the riches of a treasured love, found in the deepest places of an ocean. Treasure, my soul will sail the breadth love’s blue yonder, to fathom the essence of its crimson wonder. I will seek your heart day and night, just to glimpse the wealth of its sublime. Treasure, my heart will pursue you with every ounce of being, my now and forevermore. My soul utterly overwhelmed, knowing destiny affords one’s soul the full extent of love’s cherished meaning. Treasure, chart my soul a path to the center of your heart, so I can drown breathless within love’s deepest river. Treasure, give me all of you; passion keeps my heart beating, but pursuit keeps my soul needing. Treasure, you are my precious, my beloved; my treasure trove of love and beauty; worth finding again and again. Treasure, let my soul gaze upon your magnificence, my heart peer into the depth of your innermost, until I’m lost for words. Treasure, oh treasure, what is this? Oh, it seems the tide has turned; love has left my chest wide open, my heart exposed, my soul bared. And now, my heart sails these vulnerable seas, inking the exploits of my soul’s greatest treasure; Love, that beckons to one’s heart and soul! 

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Time’s Succession!

Time waits for no one, doesn’t need anyone’s permission. Its movement progressive, its revolution massive, its impact beyond comprehension. What only time will tell, how hypnotizing its spell, until the hour rings its bell. Time is sensitive, its wisdom perceptive, its characteristic intrusive, its appendage reactive, its actions assertive; but yet, to your feelings susceptive. You can’t change its mind, but this you will find. Even though, you can’t sway hands of time, you can encapsulate its sublime. Don’t call it a crime, when on this side of time; become wasted days, wasted nights. We all get the same, moments in time, with no one to blame. Your heart thinking, time’s the game, your feelings have a hand in persuading. But, time isn’t totally heartless, twenty-four-seven vivid dreams truly endless. Time grants us visions, what a wide open heart receives, the enlightened moments perceived. Time’s strength, its beauty revealed within thus, our enduring light, compels its timeless might. Within the nexus of the soul’s progression, the heart’s fundamental decision, be emboldened by time’s momentous encounter. One’s heart and soul, understanding life’s greatest breadth is realized, through a course of time, propelled by love’s sequence of actionable events!

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Story of two Gladiators!

One, comes armed with words, the other, shows out with deeds. One fixated on wants, the other focused on needs. One’s mind, one’s heart, toe to toe battling, for ultimate supremacy; in life’s gladiator colosseum. The pursuit, not for a show of skill, but perpetual will. The heart, that knows its worth, is totally chill; its soul conveying, peace be still. The mind, unstable in its way, easily be swayed, battling to have its momentary thrill. Thoughts, seeks to outwit, only to be undone, with gentle nudges, love’s bridled bit. You see, it’s not about the contest. Love’s wields its greatest strength, heart and soul equip, with its undeniable context. Oh, mind, don’t mistake a bleeding heart, indicative of a wounded soul. Passion never counts the cost, what compassion will profoundly yield. Heart strategic, a soul deeply pragmatic. Heart and mind, journey to become warriors, for a time such as this. Heart and mind discovering, they’re more powerful, united to combat complacency. Heart and soul, taking captive an indifferent mindset. A thousand battles fought, but ten thousand more will be. Two Gladiators, heart and mind, finding common ground; the art of living with deep scars, but yet fulfilled!

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Home!

Home, where the heart is, where love provides for one’s soul. I have a house, but, that’s not when I feel, at home. I have a place, to lay head, rest my weary heart, but not the moments, my soul is at ease. I have acquired much abundance, but food not what fills me, deep love what fulfills. In my house, I have many rooms, in which freedom to be, do whatever the heart feels, but, that would never be a home, unless love what makes room. My house, has things to keep thoughts entertained, of sight and sound. Yet, they could never convey, that it’s not the content of one’s home, that values the true essence of its worth. Every soul within, context that it brings, breadth of love’s heartfelt kin; providing all its warmth within. My soul feels, my heart peels, back the layers to what that reveals, wages of love’s essential hue. If, sharing is caring, then daring is preparing; your soul to have room. There’s no perfect home, love makes imperfections feel homey. A heart, truly at home, awakens at the cusp of every dawn; feeling beautifully drenched, of love’s breathless dew. A soul knowing, life is but a breath, live it well. Home, the heart’s safe place, its hideaway, soul’s constant provision. An anchor in life’s storms, making available love’s oxygen. Moments are, what moments become, love’s intended sum; home, in one’s heart!

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Loving Tender! 

Love, sway me tender, sway my heart true. Stir me neat, pour into my soul sweet, hold my gaze complete. Never let me go, but oh, release me again and again. Only to be once more, arrested by your sweet embrace. Love, oh love, invade my thoughts, captivate my heart, with the breadth of thy sublime. Gentle is thy grace, but so impatient my heartbeat’s haste, be so elated by the echo thy profound sway. Stay, keep wayward perceptions at bay; be my heart’s endless host. Tender love, love so tender; holding me so close, I surrender. Don’t let anything, come between to hinder, fan the flames, let it be more than cinder. Loving true, my soul has just one plea. Ask of me, you see; my heart belongs to thee. Offer my soul no reprieve, except of my heart no excuse, of being love’s tenderhearted muse. Love, it’s you, in me playing it so cool, when my mind acts a fool. Whisper into my soul, tell it to my heart; living is so much easier, because you move my heart and soul, in such a loving sWay. Within the depth of my soul’s gaze, my heart so amazed; how tender you make my daze. Caring, darling, sharing; love, my tenderness is you, my soul’s poetic hue. Making my life, deeply beautiful, tender!

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Wednesday Proverb; Fresh Encounter!

With fresh eyes, the nuances of love, perceived through a wide open heart. A fresh look, encountering the true beauty of life, through a brand new perspective. A vigorous outlook, experiencing the tapestry of love’s ornate essence. The organic nature of its blessing, found within a fresh take on what will sway, the unconventional ways of its textured characteristics. Optimistic living, what perpetuates wholehearted giving. Hopefulness in its perpetual ways, paints a lifelike mosaic. The canvas of one’s heart brushed, baring its soul profoundly. Every glance through the light of love’s lens, seeming a fresh encounter, its beautiful hue. The close encounter, beyond what feelings don’t discern, what words won’t convey. That, only one’s heart having a fresh revelation, will it truly be revealed; revolutionary new beginnings, require substantive faith. If, just the heart-felt, belief past tense, requiring another refreshed comprehension. One’s soul, coming to the realization, evidenced within one’s renewed beliefs. Uncommon perceptions, will profoundly befuddle, mundane deceptions. Fresh hope, a heartfelt relished rendezvous, giving your heart a deeper enlightenment. Life, encountered a new, one’s heart and soul, knowing its transformative breadth of; love’s fresh encounter!

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Its Deep River!

Many years ago, my heart, fell into a deep river, and oh, my soul, fathoms the breathless depth of its ocean. The nuances of its essence keeps, from my being it seeps, breathless every night my soul sleeps. Deeper in my heart falls, more profound the river’s echo calls. Years ago, my heart dove into a deep river, now, drowning how my soul breathes. Within its deepness, my soul gasp in its overflow, living elated within its immersive state, more exceedingly my heart’s breathlessness shows. Some time ago, my heart jumped into a deep river. Wholehearted the lunge, to the depth this river, my soul made the bottomless plunge. Never pondering sink or swim, just desiring if provoked would, be the water stirred within what could, be my soul’s fathomable breath. Love’s endless river, my heart knows it a fathomless ocean. Every day, by the riverside, love waits for my soul, at the edge of tomorrow. Beckoning heart to come, spill into its deep river. And together, traverse the breadth of love’s peaceful shores. And when, forevermore finds me drowned, in its measureless bliss. My soul deeply knowing, love’s deep river wasn’t impressed when I fell, when I dove, or when I jumped. The only thing that truly mattered, when my heart, breathlessly descended!

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Right Standing!

Standing right, my love seeing of thee, I am a tree, my sway indicative of its poetry. Standing upright, height of my worth see horizons, my sights beyond the peripheral. Standing majestically, my expectations act realistically, love’s silhouette illuminating my heart and soul fantastically. Standing tall, I don’t fear the fall, when love beckons, my soul answers the call. Standing just, to fathom deepest places my soul must. On the cusp of forevermore, my roots shake off the dust, keeping my heart’s soil moist, perpetually free to seep. I stand amazed, of if words matter, why do so many, fail standing up to the test of time? I Love You, those magic words, sounding so symbolic, but yet, needing to be substantive in its truest form, irrevocably. Of love, it doesn’t need time, to be the rhyme, or become the reason, in every season. Becoming a part of you, where it begins and you end, so profound it won’t bend. What never stands to differ, strands of its breadth that won’t ever quiver, under pressure of being unequivocal. Love, knowing how to strum tangible strings, sings the sweetest of melodies, what stands acoustic in its own right. What moves heaven and earth, to give you depth of its being. Love, all you need it to be, stands up right, as everything precious. Stands right in front of you, being where you need it to be. Not by chance, but for every heart’s glance, indicative of a heartfelt stance. What runs to you, like a poetic prance. What stand on its word, unapologetically; faithful love, stands upright under analysis. Bares its soul, for a closer examination, of your heart’s innate posture. Love in right standing, will always transcend fight or flight. Will never capitulate to what might, only to what ascends new heights. Standing true, rhythm of love not swayed, by synthesized blues. One’s heart and soul, so deeply moved, compelled to be of love’s breathless muse, captured by the essence of its boundless hue!

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