Wisdom, not hidden away in solitary confinement, but confines itself to a place in one’s soul. Where, someday, one’s heart can profoundly discover its true nature, within the wonders of its transformative possibilities!
True greatness, in of itself never something achieved through sheer will power. Progression in its pursuit, will surely become achievable, one’s heart being open to its greater purpose. Its greatest power through you, wielded as true… greatness!
Real love, doesn’t need a specific moment to act, if true, its actions in of itself revealed as intuitive. Its strength, not needing an invitation to show up and be, profound. Its courage, triumphant in its resilience to become, love!
Momentously, love is progressive, its nuances massive, its resilience never passive, its truth never aggressive. Vigilant love, an attentive soul willing to let their heart be a safe place. Keeping careful watch, not allowing the heart to drift into an indifferent space. As difficult as life can be, the most adversarial encounter a soul faces, confronting a procrastinating heart. Preoccupied to realize that indifference, lurks in the shadows with one intention, rob a heart of its humanity. Like a thief in the night, will infiltrate dreams, upend hopes. An observant heart, guarded with a watchful soul, ready to wield love’s endearing might. A soul equipped, with not just six senses, but every heart’s touched sensor, compassion. No heartbeat, should ever renounce its destiny, to be profound. Love’s constant vigilance, emboldens the heart’s benevolence, deepening the soul’s quintessence. So therefore, let your love’s vigilance be constant, your heart’s true benevolence be emboldened, to deepen your soul’s quintessence. Sometimes, it’s wise to retreat, momentarily, but never prudent to let your soul surrender, to apathy. A heart blinded, not open to the sWay, love’s constancy!
My heart, has never claimed to be eloquent, what’s deep down, what needs to be evident, what’s spoken for be relevant. My soul, bound by its vow, my heart tethered to the know how, to be married to its conviction. The moment, my heart jumped the broom, my soul was groomed to make room. In a world, wanting to silence your voice. What they fail to understand, for many years, my voice lived deep within a silent river. Drowning breathlessly, in an introverted see, of what my heart perceived. When, a child realizes his father, refuses to acknowledge his worth, mother was too preoccupied with life. His heart, could have found itself lost, within the depth of the silence. But, my words reserved, to let my soul be preserved, my heart be deserved, of being spoken for. Not enough, could have been the narrative, but my heart found an alternative. The spirit inside, said my heart was so much more, than what hopelessness deceives. In the midst of life’s battles, within the valley of shadows, my heart didn’t fear the unknown. My soul, persevered within the trenches, my heart kept focused under fire. It’s been tested, now it’s vested. A heart not ashamed, to let the story be known, what has been fortified. Pictures my heart paints, texturized by what my soul knows, profoundly framed in the meaning of its portrayal. And now, the words my soul finds, bleeds inked from the bottom of my heart, revealing they’re spoken for. When, the trajectory of my story, could have been predictable. The worth I found deep within, made it tenable. Within the stillness of my soul, Love made it known, my heart, spoken for!
Deep within the heart, room is made, to allow light to come in, let one’s quintessence be known. Heart and soul, leaving no stone unturned, make sure they’ll be room, for love to become. Space available, a heart full, but yet with arms wide open, to embrace selfless humanity. Room in one’s heart gives latitude, fault produces attitude, space exhibits altitude. The heart’s expansion, the breadth of love’s capacity, depth of the soul’s propensity. Love speaks volumes, come one, come all; there’s room at the table, come partake of heartfelt goodness. Deep in love’s pantry, substantive room for the hopeless, optimal space for one’s heart to receive, organic love. Eager hearts, are watching and longing, looking if there’s an ounce of compassion, to fill the void in their soul? Making room is not easy, but necessary for love to be preserved. Love, yields to hearts its bounty, not given a proverbial shelf life. Don’t presume, flowers won’t bloom if given room, for love’s fertile affection to be!
Love’s tapestry, stitched within the fabric of one’s soul, etched in the crevices of a quilted heart. A heart soft to the touch, willing to give so much. Materialized in its capacity, rugged in its tenacity, to never feel daunting in its simplicity, displaying love’s decorative hue. Its texture so colorful, its essence painting the soul’s vibrant portrait, enhancing the most mundane of places. Quilted hearts, souls laid bare, love spread so profoundly it covers, multitude of spaces. Love’s layers, insulates the heart in so many ways. Heartstrings, tethered with what seems strands of rope, unparalleled likened to times of endearing hope, hearts bound in humanity. Garmented admiration, souls cut from the same cloth. In moments of need, hearts draped in love’s affection. By design, warmth and comfort becoming its most enduring quality. Love, not meant to be a leisure activity, an intentional necessity, gifted freely. Quilted love, hearts knitted together, allowing love’s motivation to become… quintessential!
On my way to heaven, my heart met an angel, traversing time, in between our soul’s existence, love’s deepest breadth revealed. Thirty eight years, feels like a thousand, on our way to forever. Within her care, my heart in no haste, resting deep within love’s embrace. Trying to find, hoping to become, what my love needed to be, deeply enlightened. You see, heaven is my destiny, but before my soul journey’s there. This angel’s love, my soul’s mate, sent to search my heart, test my love’s resolve. My soul, wouldn’t dare claim, her heart doesn’t have wings. In my heart of hearts, her love takes flight, takes my love to new heights. My breath, doesn’t have to hold tight, deep in my soul this feels right. Love heaven sent, be a lifetime spent, knowing love heartfelt. Her heart’s angelic verb, likened to love’s healing herb. Her love a song, harped rhythmically felt strong. Love’s beauty capturing your gaze, its sway moving you all your days. Heaven, doesn’t seem a far off place, your heart totally eclipsed by the light of its hue. In her reflection, glimpsed the keeper of the stars. In between here, and eternity; lived, loved, discovered angels are real. Traversing the way of love’s celestial plane, my soul had an encounter. On my way to heaven, my heart, met an angel!
The bye and bye, giving yesteryear its kiss, and say goodbye. Within the new, from time to time the heart will cry, remembering the bye and bye, how love wiped away tears, giving the soul wings to fly. Every heart, has encountered the saddest days of life. But hearts profoundly flourish, when we stop living looking behind, at what was. Sometimes, life calls with a bit of bad news, I want to hold you back; but good news, this too shall pass. A heart knowing how to weather the cold, never whethers if love’s warmth it will behold. In a world, where so many hearts just survive, clinging to the bye and bye. Like honey, love thrives, within the crevices of its hive. The road ahead is long, but the journey makes one’s resolve strong. So, mountains won’t have its way, valleys don’t have any sway. Tell life’s sorrows, the missteps of the past bye-bye, adios, cheerio, sayonara, arrivederci. So long, farewell; adieu, to you and you and you. I hate to go, but my heart’s not willing to miss this pretty sight; my worth’s awakening. What we have, what makes the heart and soul sing, embraced forevermore, in the here and now!
I’m a simple man, with a complicated heart. My love is inquisitive, my soul intuitive, my heart perceptive. Will never speak my mind, unless my heart gives it permission, love being its mission. I’m. My love is glaring, my heart is caring, my soul is daring; a reflection. I’m a son, a brother, a husband, a father; I’m just a man. Predestined to serve, destined to preserve, true meaning of love. I’m. Don’t step to me, unless you’re willing to throw down. Throw down what harms, to embrace love’s charm, love with open arms. I’m. My heart is full, my days filled with love’s noble quest to be, and will only make room for Just, you. You who need encouragement, you with a broken heart. You looking for a heart willing to listen, to whatever’s on yours. I’m. There’s so much on my shoulders, but my spirit’s never crushed, a lot on my plate, but my hopes never shattered pieces. In love I put my trust, to bear the weight, there’s no time for hate. And, when night falls, and the dawn calls, love makes my heart befall, and I’m!
On the road called life, the search for one’s purpose, the trek to boldly go, where love has its sway. Time to time, in love’s journey we get lost, just trying to find ourselves. One moment, the hills seem so alive, with the sound of music. Then, in the blink of an eye, the music fades. The silence so deafening, it’s shattered dreams. But, Hope comes knocking at your soul, helping pick up the pieces of your heart. And, another quest to discover, rediscover more of life’s endearing moments, through the lens of love. Every day, for our heart life has a test, the request, do our very best. Within the moments, in every season rediscovering destiny’s reason. Love’s trajectory destined, swayed by resolve’s perception. The cusp of every breath’s beginning, relying on the heart’s breathless expedition, uncovering the nuances of love’s every breadth. Along the heart’s quest, love lights a candle, the soul guided by the wick of its hue. Navigating life, belief from deep within your chest, to reach the attainable crest. Unbearable, never to be mistaken same as unbelievable. Unbearable moments, can’t refute the heart’s unbelievable resilience. Life’s daily quest, to be all you can be, without being so much in haste, forgetting the journey gets us all there, with grace. Hearts persuaded, to chase after your dreams. Worth compelled to live, love, laugh, have your being. Not compromising your soul, trying to fit into someone else’s re-quest. The soul’s quest, to follow your heart, be led by love’s northern star, its quest near or far. The moon, the sun, the stars, revolving in love’s benevolence. During the quest, the inevitable wrestle with our heart and the bear, the sorrows that leave our soul at a loss. But yet, what seems hopeless, has a tendency to leave a heart speechless, with every fearless conquest. A heart with the courage, to fight not just for what’s right, but what in the wee hours, holds our soul tight. Every heartfelt encounter, the quest to be, seen fighting for what we love, the truth in what we believe. The Quest… ion is, do we live the journey, to its fullest?
Love, takes hearts into the new, the journey to find its vista. Renewed hopes and dreams, where darkness can’t sway the light, within an enlightened soul. Love’s wondrous star, lends you its angelic light, to be the radiant beam, emanating within a soul’s benevolent hue. A heart in a place, where beliefs precede new possibilities, begets life’s new opportunities. When night befalls, the soul harkens to hear, love’s endearing call. In you, love is the candle, its flame giving a heart sight. Within the twilight, hope permeates into the dawn. Letting the morning light become, love’s glow penetrating the day. Smiling beautifully, shining endlessly, illuminating life’s essence breathlessly, love’s ray of sunshine. When life comes crashing down, even just a flicker, kindles hopelessness. Love’s wick, sparked by tethered hearts, candled light of love’s vigil, providing comfort within the window of lost souls. Stepping into the new, distinguishes the flame of blue, love’s light lit true. Everyday’s newness, be caring, its breadth be sharing; love, and the grace within. Every heart, elevating its perspective, igniting its soul a new. A children of the light, open to forever let the love within shine!
A Love Story! 
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