This heart, moved by the rhythm. My soul, breathes within the depth. These eyes, have seen the nuance, in love’s intrinsic beauty. This pen, bleeds profusely, the love deeply inked, into the pages of my soul. My words, emboldened to tell the tale; this poetic love, etched forever on my heart. These arms, holds close to my heart, this; love’s divine splendor. These lips, whisper softly, so my heart can sing proudly, this song; my first love, you’re every breath I take. In the feeling, you’re not good enough, love comes to reason; this. In every season, breath seeps, time creeps, but love keeps. Every breath becoming, what love needs the heart to be. In the silence, love reveries, within the stillness, love breathes. In the arms of love, my soul resting. On the wings of this, my heart soars, within the bliss. Relying on this, what makes heart and soul, know the quintessential breadth, within love’s beautiful release!
To this ocean, love has brought my heart, anchor my soul. Where peace, becomes the stillness, where every breath is held, in the depth of love’s embrace. Ocean’s deep, where love can find my soul, living in the deep. Two hearts, breathing in one breath, fathoming the deepest recesses of love. A deep river woman, her love moves between the breadth, of my silent river. What love becomes, what the depth is meant to be. A place, where endless love, swims the here and now. The soul, drifting the seven seas, the heart lost, drowned within forevermore. True love, not about the heart beating, but the soul living, resuscitated again and again. Profound love, becomes a breathless journey; oceans deep. Many rivers crossed, the blissful calm, keeping the love from being washed away, by waves of emotions. Hearts in twined, swims the deep, the soul, living within the gravity; love swept away, by the breadth. Love is an ocean, that rescues the heart and soul, drowning within the silence!
My love, knows how to crack a joke, but, don’t get it twisted; I’m not here, to clown around. I’ve got a tale to tell, a love story to spell, that makes the heart swell. From the mountain top, my soul will yell; I’ve got a love, I can’t sell. To get yours, ring the bell. A profound love worth knowing, is a love worth fighting for. From time to time, my heart will give you a nice chuckle, to any love less than, don’t let your needs buckle. To make, the heart laugh out loud, love doesn’t have to be fancy. I’ve never made the mistake, calling my wife Nancy; Drew the line there. Expressions can be funny, but can your candid love, profoundly stir your honey? My heart, likes a good mystery. So, tell me this Sherlock, is your love sheer luck, or is the love within your heart, a riddled mystery, that needs to be solved? But, enough joking for a minute, here’s a serious question; is it duck season, or rabbit season? Shoot, I don’t consider myself funny man, but this I know. Humorous expressions, have a beautiful way, to engage hearts and minds, with a loving posture. Yeah, at times I can be silly, and I’m not even from Philly. I can’t claim, to be a Superman, or a Casanova. I don’t call my wife, honey, or babe. When she became, my biggest fan. The music in my soul, was my new edition, she’s my candy girl; her love, my sweet thang. She, doesn’t even need to blush, it’s my heart feels the rush; when her love smiles at me. So, riddle me this; if every time, her love surges through my heart, would that mean, her love is electric? I’m not a jokester, I’m a serious kat, you better believe that, I even wear the hat; rat-a-tat-tat. Like I said, I’m not here, to beat my own drum. I want, to make hearts smile, with love’s sincere affirmation. This is not, just a play with words. Romeo, oh Romeo; wherefore art thy love? Deny the world, but never deny the father, thy heart. Laughter is therapy, love an endearing muse, to enlighten the soul. When, the curtain closes, ask yourself this question; does your heart resonate, do you allow love to take center stage? Displaying the beauty, within love’s, humorous expressions, that never gets old!
Love, oh love, life is but a breath; why, I’m pressing into You, until You take, my last breath. Tomorrow is not promised, so today within love’s embrace. I lay down my heart, to feel the power of love, pressing into my heart and soul. In the pressing, in the trusting, in the searching, in the wading; the drowning, the finding. In love’s deepest ocean, the breadth of thy love, becoming the breath in my lungs, the love ballad I sing. “Love, fear is not my future, You are. Sickness is not my story, You are. Heartbreak is not my home, You are.” My faith will stand, my hope will dream, my love will seek, my heart will yearn; depth in my soul will become, thee. Fragmented is not my portion, You are. Long winded speech, won’t become my breath. Poetic words, will never move a soul, if love isn’t in it. Love, chases the butterflies, setting the heart free, to be. A beautiful display of grace, breathless within the wings of love. When, I’m standing in the fire, my soul will be consumed, in the flame of thy love. So, my heart can rise out of the ashes, not like a phoenix, but a graceful dove. Love, You amaze me, You redeem me, You changed me. You’re my strength, my refuge, my defender. My soul, will press into Your love, to have my breath held… forever!
“I admit, that I haven’t yet acquired the absolute fullness, that I’m pursuing, but I run with passion into His abundance, so that I may reach the purpose for which Christ Jesus laid hold of me, to make me His own. I don’t depend, on my own strength to accomplish this; however, I do have one compelling focus: I forget all of the past as I fasten my heart, to the future instead. I run straight for the divine invitation of reaching the heavenly goal, and gaining the victory-prize through the anointing of Jesus.” Philippians 3:12-14 TPT
How, can I ever pretend, when you know my heart, when you can see into my soul. Why pretend, the air is a little misty? When the tears cascade, my heart knows, it’s your love making the rain, fall from my eyes. In your arms, I don’t have feelings, I only know the meaning; what love is supposed to be. My heart and soul, can’t even pretend, this love has ever stopped being, an endless slow dance. “Girl, you are to me, All that a woman should be. And that is why, I dedicate my heart to you, always. How, deep into my soul, does your love want to go? There’s no limit, to the depth of my ocean. Against my sure, the water wells up, for my heart is sure; with you, my love can never pretend. I will never, pretend I can read your mind. It’s your heart, I want to know. For you, I will be a pretender. Never letting you see, my heart breaks, seeing all the things, your health is facing. My heart, can’t pull off pretending, your love doesn’t speak, profoundly to my soul. I have never pretended, to be anything but, a heart grateful to have lived, to know love’s intrinsic beauty. I’ve never once, claimed to possess perfect vision. My heart, can’t pretend it can see straight; if it wasn’t through the lens, my vision is love. There’s no pretense, there’s no pretending. My heart could never find the words, to express my love!
Once upon a time, in a far far place, within space and time, my heart dug many holes. The treasured love I had, unbeknownst was being buried, a little at a time. Love is precious, but while digging into, what you believe to be true. Right or wrong, the love gets buried, beneath a facade. Love the voice, crying out from within; don’t hide me, on a deserted island. Years passed, and a treasured love on the surface, slipped between the sands of time. Realizing the importance, the extent of, the gravity in which; my heart set sail. Sailing, takes your heart away, where the tide is going. True love will boldly go, where mere love, is not willing. When love, captures the imagination, the heart is freed, the soul liberated. Deep love, fathoms a thousand seas, drowns within love ten thousand times. A heart knowing, there’s a profound treasure, a soul laying breathless, in the depth of love’s embrace. Love, gives the faith to believe, treasured will nevertheless become, hopes and dreams. Within the depth of the see, love takes you breathless, to the deepest place of love’s ocean. Moments to treasure, a soul knowing the true pleasure, how to breathe in love’s intrinsic nature. The heart sailing into every tomorrow, the soul finding again and again; your treasured love!
When Grace finds you, tattered, but tethered. Heart and soul entwined, mind and spirit, held by the fabric. When Grace finds you, broken, but not abandoned. Your every breath, held by love’s quintessence. When Grace finds you, painted with the texture, but your heart brushed, by colorless shades. Your portrayal, trying not to make love’s artistry, seem less than. When Grace finds you, in tears, but there’s a light, still shining. When Grace finds you, at the edge, your hope hanging on, your faith trying to be strong. When Grace finds you, exhausted by the discomfort, but your love tirelessly, believing change will be. When Grace finds you, devoted, but struggling. Understanding, tugging on strings, but tapestry not unraveled. When Grace finds you, love nourishes, but portion questioned. Contentment, fills the soul, enduring truth, builds character. When hope is found, dreams are realized. When love mends, fragments are restored. Enlightenment, changes perspective. Growth gathers, inspiration provides, fullness sustains. Refreshing love, quenches thirst. In the place, where Grace finds you, in the same way, Grace will never leave you; nevertheless!
“After you have suffered for a little while, the God of all grace [who imparts His blessing and favor], who called you to His own eternal glory in Christ, will Himself complete, confirm, strengthen, and establish you [making you what you ought to be]. To Him be dominion (power, authority, sovereignty) forever and ever. Amen.” 1 PETER 5:10-11 AMP
It doesn’t matter, if you’re the nearest; to me, you’re the dearest. We don’t, have to be people divided; when we can be, hearts connected. A family, living in peace, in harmony; prospering together, in love, in unity, in our humanity. Brothers, sisters; sharing our hearts, our hopes, our dreams. Our love story, is our bond; helps us get through, how to be true. Unconditional love, reveals in the best of times, in the worst of times, in times of need; we are, an extended family!
Family; people, or group of peoples, regarded as deriving from a common race; human. An extended hand, is a heart, extended!
Friends, may I indulge, can I gift your heart; a bouquet of my love? In the searching, for the sentiment; I found within my heart, these poetic leaves. For you, I have stored up, danced with the tulips. Driving around, I didn’t miss, Daisy; has an innocence, a purity. The scent of love, lilies in lovely watercolors. Love, long-stems from what truly blossoms. Through the giving, in the sharing, you discover, love’s crimson beauty. I have questioned, why roses have thorns? It shows that we all, bleed the same. I have asked, what makes violets blue? But in the end, this one thing my heart found; love is, about affirming. My friends, special, that someone is you, every day. Don’t think my love, just a bunch of pretty words, beautifully arranged. Real love, is an expression, that bares the soul. I don’t, want the thought to count, I need, the love to be true. Meaningful love, doesn’t leave a faint hint of, love’s quintessential fragrance, lingers. Love drops on roses, a heart presenting, love’s endearing display. A heart in bloom, becomes a breathless flower, with a perpetual hue. Love compliments, the color accents; a heart willing to give, the best of what’s inside!
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