The Cross Word!

Don’t, let your soul be puzzled. In every season, there’s a script; to help guide your heart. With love, the spell-bound… with grace. To become, a heart changed, a soul enlightened. By the deep love, by the breadth. Place your faith, to find hope, to find peace. For all the winding, days to come. Find, comfort in the word; but let your heart, seek the meaning. In the darkness, love shines the brightest. So, let your heart be a light, shining in darkened moments. Set the scene, share the good news. In the unseen, love is a presence that hovers… in plain sight. Love, not just about a feeling, but the knowing; love is forever. Real love, starts with an understanding, to become the comprehend. The heart unveiled, to see love is not just something; it’s everything. But only when, your heart truly believes it. Don’t just tick a box, show your heart. Don’t let, love just cross your mind. Let it, become your heart. The power of love, resting on your soul. Every day, search the word. Cross your heart, and hope. The cross, a word with saving power. A faithful follower, in the heart… of a true believer!

Love, a word so many hearts ponder; but yet, the soul missing the true wonder. Love, more than just a feeling; beyond just a touch. It’s meant to be part of everything, that’s truly meaningful. During, love’s journey; the heart, will surely find a crossroad. The choice, that can become a dilemma. The love hidden, by the warm, but sometimes fuzzy. Love, never meant to become hide and seek. The proverbial riddle, leaving the heart twisted up in knots. The word search, that wasn’t first a heart check, with a profound love search. To find out, what truly makes the love real. Love, not meant to be seen, through a cross-eyed lens. But, for the recipient to clearly see, your heart. In love, don’t make it about the looking, but not seeking… the truth. It’s not always easy, finding all the words. That makes the love, be seen as a heart with a true expression. But to seek, is to forever find. If you reveal your heart, the love within will express, what words don’t always capture. Keeping your heart vertical, will show a new horizon. Ask, Seek, but when the Knock is felt; open your heart. To let love, not become the hidden word. Don’t let, your love be a See, Saw. The ups and downs, took all the joy. When the day, puzzles the mind. A renewed purpose is found, when you leave your heart, at the foot of the cross. When your heart is happy, and you truly know it; show it… Love, not only what your eyes can believe, but in what, your heart will truly trust!

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The Fog!

Even if, the day became the foggiest. I would still, see your heart. Would still, know your love. More than a feeling, so profound every touch. Your love, takes my breath, and holds my heart. Through the darkness, in the stillness. Beyond all the shadows, my heart could always, find Your love. It’s the presence, so close to my heart. What, could there truly be to fear? The breadth, hovers. The love, covers. My soul, knows how to be still. Listening, for each gentle whisper. That will, surely touch my heart. In the foggy moments, your love becomes the misty droplets. Breathlessly, suspended in the corner of my eyes. When, the water is crashing. Your love is the presence, hovering in the midst. A love, that won’t ever let the love become. Two hearts, passing by in the night. Pass me not, oh gentle heart. Let your love, forever move my heart. In the fog, love is the lighthouse. The constant light, shining through the heart. The truest beacon of hope, beaming the brightest; to take you by the heart. To guide my soul, through the darkest moments. Your love, has a hold of my heart. It’s the air I breathe, visible to my soul. Through every, invisible breath the love takes. Your love, is my heartbeat. Resoundingly moving, through every momentary fog. Sometimes, I’m troubled by the fog; but my heart, will never struggle to see the love… through it all. Moving, closer. Dissipating the fog, from fogging up the window, to my soul. Into me, no doubt… you see. Traveling, through the fog of love’s journey. My heart, can’t help being lost… for words. For life, is but a vapor; for the journeying soul. But, your love, forever… overwhelming. When the day, seems the foggiest. I know your love, has me by the heart!

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The Rebellion!

My heart, a rebel; bonafide! The cause, resistance at all cost. Not to become, another tainted soul. Confessing, you know how to truly love. But yet, picking and choosing; when, and who. Love, just a feeling; without bonafide action. Every day, you have to rise up… in opposition. Let your heart, mount a rebellion. To not let, your heart be conformed. Arm your heart, with the sword; dipped in truth. These days, your strategy has to be, clearly defined. A heart, knowing the true rules of engagement. To survive, you have to wield the big guns. A hope fortified, with a convincing faith. When the warfare, is spiritual; not physical. To win, plant your truth, stand your ground, and proclaim your worth. Be, a rebel to the core. Having a love, that won’t ever keep score. Know how, to give and take. A heart, was born to resistance, and go the distance. Let the foe know, your heart has the real deal. The confidence, the boldness, the power, and the authority. To speak, and pull down… every stronghold!

Do, opposition research, by reading into the best strategies. What, your heart and soul will need; to have a successful strategic outcome. Praise, is a weapon. The struggle is real, let it be with the flesh; not with the heart. With every battle, don’t go in your own strength, or with guns blazing. Be a heart exposed, with the love transparent. To be, or not to be; never let it be, a heart questioned. Lean how, to be unapologetic; why a heart so rebellious. That will fight, to display how much strength, there is in real love. It’s never futile, refusing to be assimilated; into a robotic collective. True freedom comes, only when a heart is free. My heart, was born to be a maverick. Predestined, to challenge the norm. A camouflaged heart, is a love not seen… as true. A heart of a warrior, cannot affect true change. Without first willing, to take every thought captive. To let, love be what influences, hearts and minds. This, not just about how to be rebellious. But how, to take back territory. It’s about a takeover, let a love relentlessly pursuit your heart, and soul. Let Surrender, not be the Option, but the Choice!

The Mandate; fight the good fight, tread upon serpents. Resist, and the enemy shall flee… seven ways. Take possession; whatever was stolen, or forfeited by default. Seize the moment, and never; justify your rebellion, to a tainted love!

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Crimson!

A testament, to how deep the love. The crimson story, etched in red letters. Cast deep, into a crimson sea. Where depth, becomes the ocean, for a heart to fathom. Words, deeply spoken. Love, the deepest token. Rose petals, shaped in color. Dipped, in a vibrant crimson hue. Sprinkled, with the breadth of love. A tree with love, the roots go deep. Underground, where life begins. Red flowers bloom, breathtaking looms. A soul consumed, by the afterglow. Love, laid gracefully beneath the water. Flowing, moving, pulling… the heart deeper. To be a soul, lost in the mist; adrift within the peace. A heart swept away, by the crimson tide. Breathless, love takes… every breath. A soul, held by the breadth. Released, into the tidal waves. The depth, another emotional see. The horizon breaks, the moonlight falls. Crimson love, displayed in the brightest glow, painting the sky. A heart, held by the crimson night. The soul, watching the love glistens; in a radiant crimson light. Deep emotions, bringing to light; how crimson illuminates, every breath it takes. A heart crimsoned, shows love in all its richness. The allure deepens, with every brush… against the breadth. The deep river, the crimson presence; water… upon the wind. Falling afresh, into the depth… heart, and soul!

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Fun Friday; My Delightful Treat!

Some people, have a favorite ice cream, a favorite pizza. My heart, likes the taste of my sweetest candy… girl. My sweet-heart, needs loving that’s better, than cookies… with cream. Wrapped up, in a royal twist; a sweet Nubian flavor. My honey, bee a natural. She’s my D.Q, my Darling Queen. The sunshiny love, that melts the heart. I would go bananas, if even death; made us split, love is forever. When the day, tries to steal the sweetness. No bitter feelings, touches my lips. The love, will forever touch my soul. The ticket, that takes our hearts, back on the love merry go; in our love playground. A spoon full of her sugar, makes the tough love medicine… go down. Every season, her love’s a crackling fire. Together, we keep the heart from lazing, and the love blazing. At times, the love is questioned. But, I will never give her a reason, to ever question my heart. A rose, by any other name. Would still be a heart, that rose every morning. To find the love, just as sweet. A heart and soul, loved by the maker, of all things delightful. The true breadth of love, will nibble methodically. Not around the edges, but be consumed to the depth. My buttercup, my chocolate love. Reached for my heart, to taste how sweet. Only to find out, baked with butter. The creator, made love to be… the greatest pleasure, with nothing missing. The deeper the love, the greater the enjoyment, and the expectation. So the soul, can savor the warmth, all the crimson delight. My eyes, could have on blinders. But, it wouldn’t make my heart, see it differently. The deepest love, becomes a vision. For what, eyes can never fathom. I don’t, indulge in bland love. For my heart, there would be no appeal. My desire, steeped within the greatest pleasure. A tasty love, that will affords your heart, such comfort. Food for the soul, that will replenish, a deeper need. A love to forever be, endless. My Delightful Treat. Created, from the true heart of love!

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The Remedy!

How sweet thy love, and how my heart does sicken. Knowing, breath has no meaning… without you. To be, or not to be? Yes, to be in thy presence; it’s the greatest remedy. To dwell, my soul does swell. With each sip, from the deepest well. When, the bell tolls. My heart, with another show and tell. How the breadth, thy love; became the sweetest remedy. The undeniable soup, healing for the soul. Love, the greatest medicine. One part heart, one part soul; that knows no bounds. Head and shoulders, above the rest… your love’s heavenly. Bound up, in thee; your love is the remedy. Day, and night, your love moves my heart… quietly. Hovers, in the shadows. Under, my every breath. Pace through my soul, to always be there.. for my heart. Just a spoon full of sugar, love in my cup. The cold in a heart, made well… with warmth. Thy love, quickens every heartbeat. Soothes the soul, with just a touch, with every taste. Into thy bosom, my soul makes haste. To find your comfort, and feel your peace, hovering in the silence. To be my breath, and every contemplative gaze, into your heart. Your love, will forever be, the perfect Remedy!

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Speechless!

My breath, the beauty of your love; makes the soul, speechless. Though, my heart has words. Your love is the ink, released in the crimson flow. A silent river, knowing depth in an ocean. A thousand league, how deep the love. The mission, to know Your heart, fathom the depth. In the silence, breathless will be the allure, for a love so real. A soul, living speechless, in the midst of every see. Not with eyes, but a heart wide open. Being captivated, by the beauty, the awe, the wonder. Let Your love, be the breadth, in my lungs. A heart, trying to express through speech. What, gets lost in words. Love, will never get tongue tied. When, it’s the heart that speaks. The love, filling every void. In stillness, under the quiet; between every breath. A heart, resting in the love. A soul, tethered to the lifeline. The love, and forever. A heart, finding the words; that just leaves my soul, Speechless!

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The Quintessence!

Your heart, can be the most. Though, the vision not perfect. Love, will never measure up… to perfection. But, should always rise to the challenge, to be an example, of a faithful heart. Life shapes, but love becomes. Words, can be seen as typical. So, when the heart speaks, let the love be known… as practical. A heart, doesn’t have to become intense. For the love, to be immense. How heartfelt is it to know, you don’t have to know; how to breathe well, to know true living. Through every season, another stage, another encore. A heart reliving, another day; acting out your best life. Through, another quintessential, repeat performance. True love, with every breath. Don’t let, it be another act… one; seen too, many times. Leaving the question, to be asked. Love, oh love; where art thou? A house, is not a home; until love, resides there… in the heart. A hill, will never be alive, with the sound of music. Until, your heart begins to sing. Crawl, walk, run… to the front of the line, with vim, and vigor. And, if your heart stumbles? Rise up, everyday; to glean another quintessence. What, your heart will need, to move forward… faithfully? Pursue the day, chase after dreams; but always, let love find your heart… content. To know, the precious moments, we step up. Through every season, we man up. Embrace you, and your heart will embrace the role. Hold it close, and the love will be held dear!

You don’t, need a day; to celebrate your worth. Just a lifetime, to let your heart be the gift, that keeps giving. Your love, doesn’t have to be an ocean. A silent river, can have depth. A heart, being swept away, by a deepening love. You, don’t have to feel special. But your heart, should especially be a heart needed. You, don’t need power, to be the strongest. Even to have, your own undeniable strength. You don’t need, to know how to land the perfect ten. For a heart, to flawlessly demonstrate, head over heels. A soul, doing endless; breathless summersaults. For love, to win, become truly relevant. It needs, to show up on time. The heart, has to want to be there. And the soul, needs to be engaged. So the love, can be even closer. Your love, doesn’t have to be impressive, just impressed… with the deeper meaning. Though, the real struggle; trying to live… up to a lookalike role model. Here’s, my take. The role of a father, about modeling, a good character, not a perceived expectation. Men, you don’t have to be, completely self-assured; for love to thrive, self-contained. Let your love, be a friend. Your heart, known as a true father. Not just a figure, of speech. When, the heart can truly answer; the quintessential question. Love will surely breathe out, the profound truth. Can, the heart of a child know; how deep the Father’s love? True love, in the essence, not just the presence. The picture, doesn’t need perfection; but needs to be seen, in the best light. The personification, the substance, the representation; The Quintessence!

In loving memory, of my baby girl; Justinea Angelina Richards. March 9, 1990 to March 2, 2021 – Inspired, by your love!

* Happy Father’s Day! May your hearts, be blessed!

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Taken Captive!

What, is a heart to do, what can a soul truly say; when love, takes your breath captive? Your heart, arrested. Your breath, held… forever. The soul, embracing the new found captivity. Every day, every moment, every thought, every breath; Taken Captive. The soul, detained; love unrestrained. The heart, captivated; no longer a prisoner, to what holds you bound. True love, is a soul not confined; to become refined, every breath defined. Captured love, every penned up breadth, released. So the days, can be tangible. The years, favorable, and every breath, memorable. No more shackles, your captivator, your captivating love… one in the same. Breadth, held hostage. Will never give a heart, the freedom… to breathe. Just, a soul freed; the ransom given. A heart knowing, the beautiful release, your every breath!

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