The Difference!

From a distance, every heart, looks the same. The blood is pumping, the day is racing, the beat is jumping. Love fills the moments, makes the distinction, between every breath you take. Making a difference, love with sacrifice. In the morning, when the heart rises, but you fall again. What makes, the next breath stand out from the rest, you rise again. To let your love see how, your heart moves to a different beat. I may not, always recognize the man in the mirror. But I, just need to know, how to always be the reflection, of love. Even if, I don’t have the best plan, I still need to be a man. Br a heart and soul, guided by love’s perpetual grace. I don’t want, to be words just saying, become a love pretending, a heart not being… intentional. Every heart, wants to make a difference, but the love can’t be, indifferent. Wasted days, wasted nights, becomes wasted moments. A heart breathing out, the same old love. Thus, stagnated be the breadth. Wanting, to be profoundly changed, from the inside out. A love that will linger, fragrant will it be, flagrant will never become the essence. Love, teaches the heart to listen, not just hear. Helps you to perceive, if it’s being received. Love gives faith the vision, to see past the eyes. Moves the heart, to become more than just heartbeats, but be undying love, echoing beyond sentiments. Love, what makes the difference, in every beating heart!

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Words Have I Hid!

In my heart, there’s a secret place, words hidden. My heart hides, my soul seeks, to help my love converse. Love to be treasured, more than words. Deeply felt words, a true expression. Love creates, so words can enlighten. Passionate words, last a moment, poetic love, becomes a lifestyle. Words, kept close to the heart, though unseen, revealed through an open mind. With every search of the heart, endearing words are found. The compassion, with truth, faithfulness, meekness, humility, graciousness. What’s in a name, if the words in your heart, have lost its meaning? We can have words, and even if words, agree to disagree? If words are hidden, and the love true. Respect will resonate, in points to view. Words, comprising of substance, will have a point of reference. Words in error, can be reframed, with kindness. No spelling, no guessing; candid words has a name, it’s Frank. Words, can be a light, in the darkness. Words can conform, when words in action, when with love in deed. Words have value, can add context, be a reflection of. Speech have style, but substantive words are profound. Words, have a love language, the spoken word, the written word, creates the ambiance. The smallest word, can teach. Words of love, hidden intelligently, used respectfully, given unconditionally. Words from the heart, commands affection, capitulation never the demand. Words, meant to provoke thought, not wielded thoughtlessly; words have power. Love’s finest day, yet unknown; a heart seeking truth, finds its worth. Not just in words, but with the love, hidden within!

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Take My Breath!

On the wings of love, in the crimson hue, the heart is swept away, by love’s nuance. Hand in hand, heart to heart, with every collaboration. The soul bares, the heart bleeds, dripping the expressions of love, in words. The heart expressing, the moment anticipating, the soul waiting to exhale. Love returning again and again, taking your heart, to love’s breathless place. Where dreams come alive, where fear’s antithesis won’t take, love’s tranquil place. The heart and soul, deep in another breathtaking daydream, seeing a glimpse of heaven. In every sunset, in every moonlight, in every starry gaze. Watching in slow motion, how the moment sends love, to take your breath. At night, the heart beats, the soul sleeps, love seeps, the stars creep. So, in the sunrise, the glow, the show, the know; love took your breath… again. Love deeply felt, like a silent river overflowing; the depth becoming, a deepening river. The tender whispers of love, moving freely, speaks deeply; taking your breath, profoundly. A heart, not steeped in love, fail to convey. What words are meant to say, and love designed to sway. What’s a soul to do, when love leaves its sway, on a beating heart? Let every heartbeat, be your breath taken away. Love deeply felt, leaves the soul, inspired, to reciprocate. How else, will your heart show, what to you, love truly means. Love, sees who you are, what your heart will become. When you can’t stand, let your heart fall… in love’s embrace. For, life but a breath, the hourglass fills, time slips away; death comes, to take your breath away. Why today, and every day be, unafraid, to live, and love. Letting love’s truth become, your heart’s saving grace. So, in the twilight, in the daylight, you can says; love, I see You. Here’s my heart, come; take My Breath!

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To Be, in Love’s Care!

Love, my soul would be absolutely lost, without your presence guiding. Wrapped up tight in your love, is to be in your endless embrace. Breath taken, words lost, the heart found, breathless, drowning within an ocean of love. To be truly contented, to be profoundly aware, flaws could never define, the true content within a heart. Deeper in love, after the fall, comes the stand, will you stay in love? When, nothing else will do, love takes the heart to new heights. To be, a soul touched deeply, by the breadth. An extraordinary feet, love requires only six inches. For love’s whisper to be, and the love to move, from ear to heart. Love imparts, the understanding will be, the love reciprocated. Love bares the soul, exposes the heart!

Love, doesn’t need a rhyme, for love to be the reason. Why in every heart there be the rise, the fall, the rhythm in every heartbeat, moved with every breath. With care, we pant softly, to let love carry the vulnerable heart truly. With care, love gathers up the brokenness, the pieces becoming a heart, whole. With care, love pulls you through the moments, with every expression, love releases the heart, to be… free, with wings like an eagle. With every encounter, love encourages. To exist, to draw breath into being, the heart deeply moved. When love takes place, the love has happened. When love materializes, the love has come to pass. When love is positioned, the love will be… forever. When love remains, the fragrance lingers. When love persist, love will prevail. When love finds the heart, to be, or not to be… in love, never the question. The heart falls, but will it rise up, forevermore? Life’s greatest moment, about becoming; what your love was meant to be. A search of the heart, therein lies the eternal answer. Love is a sacrifice, with a price, satisfaction when gone are the days. The heart stops chasing, after what won’t last, but will be. A love story, even through an introverted prism. Still a tale to be, the love shared, from a endearing heart!

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Love, the Stronghold!

Love, knows a hideaway, the place, where the heart can retreat. A safe place, in the deep of love’s embrace. Heart and soul, strengthened to withstand, the sands of times. An ocean without borders, a river with living water. An oasis will be, a soul resting, on the peaceful sure. Time sways the minutes, but can’t change what you make, become the moment. When, love becomes the stronghold, chains are broken. The power of love, strength through a graceful plain. The height, gives sight to the perspective. The breadth, what fathoms the depth therein. Love, whispered into the soul, tells the heart, I see into you, to the deepest places. Wherewith, deep in being, the truest sanctuary, found in love’s graceful moments. Love, has a secret place, wherein life breathed, breathless becomes the encounter. The soul, finding comfort to breathe, love’s blessed assurance, your heart will be okay. When, you know love as a stronghold, it’s an intimate place, with its beautiful exchange, where your peace can rest. A soul free, to know your faith is held, when love holds your gaze. A place, where you can profoundly breathe, be a soul surrendered, to the love within. Love withholding nothing, a heart under the canopy, in the refuge of grace. Hopes and dreams, are discovered in; Love’s stronghold!

“Are you weary, carrying a heavy burden? Come to me. I will refresh your life, for I am your oasis. Simply join your life with mine. Learn my ways and you’ll discover that I’m gentle, humble, easy to please. You will find refreshment, and rest in me.” Matthew 11:28-29 TPT

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Caught Up!

Caught up in the moment, a heart, swept by the love. Out on the proverbial limb, you’re hanging, on to every word, love whispers. My soul, left me, my love needed to be enlightened. Out in the open, my heart was exposed. In the stillness, under the quiet; love came, rested on my heart. Love is like the wind, it blows your mind, takes your breath. On wings of the butterflies, chasing after love, how you catch your breath. Like a kite, my soul hung on to the breadth, to love’s breathless whim. No strings, but my soul tethered, love has me by the heart. Attached, to the unconditional love, and the affection. The forever sway, wind may I; be overwhelmed by love’s unyielding draw. Oh, I’m caught up, a soul profoundly moved, swayed by love’s unwavering presence. What has this come to mean, what has love done to me? This heart of mine, was arrested, by love. I got caught, now love has captured my gaze. It wasn’t a catch twenty, my soul not damned; freely, I do this, give my heart to love. No retreat, no remorse; my soul surrendered. When, your heart gets caught, between the moonlight, and the gravity of heaven. The best thing your soul can do, let your heart, fall… in love, again and again. Life can make you, get caught up in the excitement, but is the love endless? For me, and my heart; everything is changing. I’m no longer, waiting to exhale, a second wind has my breath. When you’re caught up, all you know; time is a distraction. A heart taken captive, all that matters; what will the love story become? The journey, your soul being caught up, in the rapture… of love!

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When Words, Are Not Enough!

Even if, I can speak with the voice of an angel. My words, in of itself would not be enough. If my speech, wasn’t uplifting, didn’t inspire. If, my heart wrote with eloquence, but every time the ink bleeds. When pen touches paper, would the words resonate, a nuanced glow, a divine presence? Love, not read to be moved, but to seek the meaning of love, to be inspired… by The Word. A heart, not meant to be a pen, trying to leave its mark. Pointed thoughts, without the love flowing, a tainted perspective. Love will never be, words passing in the night. Pretty words, with a poetic flow, rudderless words, if not anchored by the essence. Love’s true excellence, the meaning felt. When it’s love in action, not words acting, but an authentic heart revealed. The love, permeating throughout every word. Love, enlightens the words, illuminates the heart, lights up the conversation. Words can influence, but won’t change one mind, if the truth doesn’t emanate. Words by itself, not enough to profoundly change, an indifferent heart. When, a heart is influential, it’s love engaging, and the words provoking. Words have power, the spoken word, telling a powerful tale; what’s in your heart? Whenever the heart, find itself lost in the dark. Words won’t be enough, if in it love is not the lighthouse. The reason why, words in love, radiates the brightest, even in the darkest moments!

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The Impossibility!

So many words have tried, the seemingly impossible task. Tried to come between, my love, and my heart. But, to no avail, thus they have come to realize, it’s impossible. Their futile aim, leads down an aimless path. The road to their inevitability, undoable led to an impossibility. Like, a melody sweetly holding me, my heart slow dances, with my endless love. Just like, how it’s impossible to separate, the sea from my sure. When love has become, the depth in what you see. It’s not possible, to stop the stars from shining, the night teaching the moonlight, how to take your breath. There’s a gravity, to my reality; when, my soul touches the stars, it’s love taking me there, see a glimpse into heaven. It’s out of the question, it’s not worth considering. Don’t ever asking my heart, to turn my back, on love. Therein lies the reason, love has already done the unthinkable, the unachievable, the unimaginable, the inconceivable; love, made my heart a believer. When the soul is pricked, the ink bleeds, love spills on the paper. Making it impossible, for my heart to separate. What came from my soul, or the words penned, dripping from the love within. When you’re drowning, but yet; that’s how you learn how to live breathless. It’s impossible, to fathom an ocean. But, the heart of a deep river, can come to know the breadth. When love is the reason, the Impossibilities, are attainable!

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Her Love!

Let my heart, tell of her beauty; the glow captures, her radiance moves, with every glimpse. Her heart, has a mystique, reflections of an angelic hue. The power of her love, holds your gaze. She gave me her love, so, why wouldn’t I reciprocate, trust her with my heart. My soul is serene, in the arms of her love. Her beauty, the love inside of her. Her strength, every breath she takes. Her worth, a jewel dancing in plain sight, the muse in my peripheral. My summertime contemplation, how will my heart, get to appreciate the fragrance of her love. Her quintessence, a painted depiction. Her heart, a mosaic work of art. Her love, shapes my heart, into a lovely texture. Vividly, her love a portrayal, captured in the most beautiful expression. Every brush with my soul, her love, making my heart become a display, how her love paints my life. Her love, tells a compelling story. Every chapter, etching the breadth. Her lyrical love, sings like a ballad. A love song, the words written, left on the pages of my heart. Her imperfect ways, the way my heart knows. Perfect love, a masterpiece won’t be created, if the flaws are not embraced. Her love is, royalty, why I crown her heart, with my love. From the moment, her love rested on my heart. Two hearts, with one heartbeat. Slow waltzing into, the wee hours of forever. The magic, the moments, casting an illustrative allure!

Her love, talks in my sleep, the secrets of her heart whispered, for my soul to keep. Her heart, quietly speaks, her soul soft spoken. Her love, leaving a profound effect, in my deepest dreams. Though, the heart creates moments, love what makes it become our reality. Love decorated, beautified my life, now a wonderful part of my world. My house, not a home, true love made it complete. A chair, just a chair for one. Her heart, transformed a home, with a loveseat. When, I wore a younger man’s shoes, love walked into my heart. A love, too beautiful for words, imparts the deepest truths. Love of a lifetime, love of a royal decent, a heart you crown with your love. Sweet sixteen, the first moment. My heart, celebrated the birth of her love. Two teens, our hearts dancing, to an 80’s slow jam; “you are my lady, you’re everything I need.” Thirty plus years, through the lens of my heart. Her love, sweet sixteen again, and again. Her heart, hasn’t aged a day, but yet the love, grows more profound. My sweetest days, seeing when her love smiles, at me. Her heart, her soul, her love; my treasured gift, sent from heaven!

Happy birthday, to my beloved!

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Pray!

Where does a heart go, when you can’t catch your breath? The wind taking it, with the butterflies in your stomach? What do you do, when you’ve prayed, but there’s seems to be a change, in the direction of the wind? Keep praying. What should you do, when you’re on pins and needles, when there’s a sharp pain in your faith? Get on your knees, and search your heart. There’s strength in knowing, this too shall pass. What are you to do, when your loved ones are in a state of chronic, but it’s your heart chronicling? By keeping them in prayer, like writing a love letter on their heart. A prayer today, a true blessing tomorrow. On the road called life, when it seems you’ve lost your way? I pray, you would come to know, that Grace is always there, to take you by the heart. To comfort your soul, help guide you through the journey, until you’ve reached your destiny. Life, is but a breadth, so live it well. Sow good seeds, and your heart will see the harvest. Yes, I pray your life becomes, a profound love story. Every chapter, every paragraph, every verse. Making the heart swell, with tears of joy. The presence of love, felt deep within the heart. Nothing else, can let the soul rest with peace. Whenever, your words become speechless, emotions invading your peace; say a silent prayer. Your worth is relevant, what others think irrelevant, to what your heart believes. Love and support, gives you a heart to lean on. Today, and every day: I Pray, love becomes that faithful friend. That won’t ever let your heart, feel abandoned, I’m your time of need!

“Whenever my busy thoughts, were out of control, the soothing comfort of your presence, calmed me down and overwhelmed me with delight.”Psalms 94:19 TPT

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