Sometimes I’m truly amazed, everyday I’m absolutely amazed. Yes, every time I just think; I’m mind-blowingly amazed. That Your love would even notice, the heart of a river? They say silent rivers run deep, but a depth; only Your love can truly fathom. Your love is the calm, but also what stirs the water; what moves my soul. Maybe I’m just amazed, that Your love would want to make a home; in a heart of stone? Your love has forever softened my heart. Maybe I’m absolutely amazed, how Your love makes me emotional; a beautiful exchange!
Maybe I’m just totally amazed, that I would even be sharing this. My heart, my soul; and a love held so dear. This from a heart, within a lonely, silent river. Very much skilled in the art, of being absolutely seen; but rarely heard. But it’s Your love, that has profoundly changed my being; heard, the love that moves my heart. Maybe I’m amazed, but not You; it’s all part of the master plan. Maybe I’m amazed, at the way I have come to love You. I know now, You’ve loved me all the time. Maybe it’s just me truly amazed, that Your love has never changed; even after all these years!
Maybe I’m just simply amazed, that I’m not afraid, ashamed of the way I love You. Maybe I’m just amazed, that I’m not even the slightest bit afraid; to say all the ways I need You. Maybe I’m amazed, how Your love has a forever hold; on my heart. A slow dance, Your love is the song; my heart sings. Your love is bigger than my heart, but yet an absolute perfect fit; I truly hope, I wear it well? Your love knew me, Your love knows me. But every day, is an opportunity; for me to get to know You. Maybe some might say, this is just a story; called boy meets world? Maybe they better think again, but no need to think!
Every time pen meets paper, the story is being told; how a man found love. The world already played its part, how the boy’s heart got turned to stone; and cast into the silent river. Why I’m utterly amazed, that even though I never grew up knowing “real” love. I can still know A love, so Amazingly true. A love my heart will absolutely treasure; a thousand years. Maybe You might be amazed, that I meant to say; Forever, and a day? Well, Maybe… Not; You know my heart. Maybe, just Maybe. My heart will never ever want to stop being; Utterly Amazed, with this love!
Hidden meanings, words a soul feels; but the truth within real love, still hidden from so many hearts. The seen, but unseen; love isn’t just about feelings, but knowing. Love is word that so many ponder, a word that makes a heart wonder. Can my soul truly see, can my heart forever know? A heart at a crossroad, a heart on a journey. Wanting to find, needing to know; a love not hidden, but very much a Cross-word. A word that crosses the mind, no need to look at it cross-eyed. Let it cross your heart, the hope; to die forever in love!
If you keep your heart vertical, the love will become clear; within each new horizon. So many hearts are puzzled, when the JIG is up; hearts are still left wanting, real love. Not what just looks like love, not what they SAW… in the movies. True love, not a See, Saw; over before there is a true experience. The take away, never Saw it coming. A love that tried to out do, that seemed like just a game. We all need the kind of love, willing to die for… you. Real Love, to really understand, to start to truly comprehend. When it truly begins to make perfect sense, the love will become forever clear; not just warm, but fuzzy!
The word search, is first a love search. Finding out how the love becomes truly real. It’s not a word to unscramble, or a riddle; that just twist the heart up in knots. For love to truly thrive, it requires a true disconnect; from what the world calls love. That version, have thrown so many hearts; into such confusion. Looking, but not seeking… the truth; love first gives, everything. Finding the right words, not always easy; to seek, is to forever find!
When you truly know it, if you’re happy and you know it; show it. Love should never be a game, Life is not a game; called SCRABBLE. Don’t make it, be about the guessing and spelling. Part of a puzzle, a picture still unclear; love still in a box, because it’s not what you pictured. I’ve never been one, captured by the lies. So many are a captive, to what blinds. Let your heart be forever captivated, by the truth within true love. Ask, Seek, but when the Knock is felt; open your heart. Let Love, no longer be the hidden Word; hidden from a heart, truly in need!
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Do you indicate left, right; I indicate up. Vertical the direction, the journey to forever; the destination, deeper. Ready, set, go… beyond trends. Set your own path, make your own mark. An outer marker, may indicate your position to others; but only what you allow them to see. But it can never truly indicate; the true position of your heart? Don’t get stuck in a holding pattern, no need to be beholden to the status quo; a trend the heart struggles to defend!
Take your soul to the next level, let your heart be a clear indication; of the true you. A true indication, will never be about affluence; but the measure, of what it can influence? If someone was to gauge your heart, would it reflect hot, or cold? A broken barometer, will never indicate true change. It’s never about feelings, that can change like the wind. Blow a mind, not with the warm, the fuzzy; the unclear. Check the functionality of your internal compass, does it identify; the true positioning of your heart? To what guides, not what controls. Set a mark, but don’t lose sight of the signs; hidden intersections, are crucial crossroads!
Love, respect; true benchmarks for sure. But also know how to search deep within, know your true point of reference; are you a made man, or a man made? Men and Women, have been tailor made; to be a beacon of hope, to a heart in need. It’s not about performance. So many performances, seem just an act… one, but seen too… often; just a show. When the acting is over, you still have to show; what you’re truly made of. There needs to be the light, through a lens; with real action. What should be forever seen, the love within. For that is the true Indicator, of a truly compassionate heart!
As a man, a husband, a father; I take all my roles seriously. Even the role as a laugh provider, aka; “a funny man, a jokester.” One thing I never do, take serious things for joke. I always keep a straight face, while trying to get to the punchline. Then there’s, K.I.D.S; Kid Irritation Disorder Syndrome. I didn’t just have to provide for the material needs, I have to also pay for it too. Yeah, the struggle was real; no laughing matter. There’s always one hand in my pocket, sometimes it was even mine. You might think that this is, just for laughs; but there’s a serious side. For the funny-bone to be tickled, somebody has to fall… for the joke!
Don’t think it’s easy, watching them hit their elbow; while trying not to laugh. Just watching the reaction on their face, the struggle; trying to act serious, concerned. It’s called the funny-bone, so how can you not laugh; when it’s your own elbow? Don’t laugh, that’s not funny; you might hurt my sensitive side. Just kidding, my kids are all Millennials; now both hands are in my pocket, you can’t possibly hurt my feelings. K.I.D.S, they’re no joke. Why didn’t somebody tell us, that kids are so expensive? I’m still trying to find the humor, in always being broke; seriously, I love my kids. I’ve always been the type of guy, dad; who knew how to tap into humorous expressions. But don’t get me, this, it twisted. My jokes, are not fickle; they have never gotten me into a pickle. Why you ask, because I’m a serious Kat; it’s all about a genuine tickle, nothing fancy!
Okay, confession time; I’ve been called Silly, a time or two. Not sure why, my name’s not Billy; I’m not even a guy called Willy. Trust me, I have never been to Philly. Now, I do know how to get down; with the rhythm and the rhyme. So, if you think the rhymes are fresh? Go ahead, throw your hands in the air; wave it like you just don’t care… who’s watching. That’s right, you heard me; get your hands up. Woot woot, raise the praise. Get down on it, if that’s how the love moves you? Laugh, cry, dance; if the love truly moves your heart. Real love, will never be a joke; Keep it Fresh. Like I said, I take my roles seriously; even as I’m writing this verse. Because I know laughter, is also good for the soul!
I hope you all enjoyed this. May we all find humorous moments, in our everyday life!