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I’m a simple man, with a complicated heart, yet from the start; if truth be told, I’ve got this thing. So serious, it makes my bell ring, my heart sing. I know how this sounds, but yet so profound; this thing tugs every string, and oh, how much joy it brings. This thing is so groovy, how its deep rhythm moves me, and every day; it deeply behoves me, to let its sway forever hold. Oh me, oh my; this is such a groovy little thing. Every time its rhythmic flow sways, my soul dances to its smooth lyrical twang; oh, what can I say, I’m just a simple man. This man doesn’t need much, just know the embrace of love’s simple touch. Me and my lady, we have a nice thang, a wonderful thang; a truly special thang, the real thang, such a deep thang!
Lady, it’s the little things, the itty bitty things; that keep my heart a loving thang. All the little things, the little sweet loving things, that show your heart’s my true love thang. Candy girl, sweet lady; woman you will always be, my one and only love thang. Lady, we will always have the thang, my everything. But, what’s a thing, if it’s not a good loving thang? Girl, you done know, my heart will forever big up your loving thang. Tapestry of love, texture of a dove, taking wings of a heart up above. There’s no feeling better than knowing, a sweet love thang!
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How can a heart’s gaze ever be fixed on love’s true beauty, if its soul isn’t keen to the depth of love, deeply moved by the breadth therein? My eyes won’t simply gaze on outward beauty, without my heart provoked all my days, love’s gaze be observant intentional forever and always. Your heart’s requirement, be also of my soul’s desire. My heart’s starry gaze, not of intergalactic muse, but the cascading gravity within love’s poetic breadth. Its captivating imagery, its breathtaking symmetry. Right from the start, every gaze became your heart; distance could never keep intwined hearts apart. Into you the see, swayed by boundless intimacy’s plea, peer deep into love’s wondrous sea. The endless gaze into love’s heart, irrevocable glimpse into my optic soul. With every glance, love’s intuitive prance, never by chance. My heart does swell, my soul submerged in love’s deepest well. Of my love, breathlessly it soars like a dove. Gaze into me wholeheartedly love does whisper, share with me your stare, take my breath with its tender smile. Observe my charm, contemplate my essence with open arms. What words fail to utter, heartfelt actions beheld will surely cover, its endearing presence does hover. Love, my heart and soul you have forevermore captured; my sublime gaze, becomes you!
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Still, my heart wanting to be, my soul forever willing to become. When my soul’s perception looks at the nature of this moment, love still resembles its most beautiful portrayal. The vow still, my heart will, let every ounce of endearing love spill. Knowing, by you I will stand, still; love’s I do fulfill. Navigating my place, contemplating your space, love patiently keeping pace. Years have taught my heart this, love doesn’t shine more radiant every starry gaze. It’s more profoundly illuminating with every inward look, seeing that even in love’s momentary haze, its luminous aura still has the ability to shine so divine. Within the beautiful daylight, every beautiful moonlight, wee hours of the twilight; years later shining beautifully still.
Love’s well holds so much, watered down love doesn’t serve to do much, if not felt like a sublime touch. Love’s journey takes your soul far, every intuitive breadth beyond the stars. Love, through your eyes my heart is swept away, breathlessly into the depth of your soul. My gravity still this, blissful moments that take my heart’s every breath, held dearly beloved within love’s weightless kiss. Even when moments got real tough, the tides seemed overwhelmingly rough; still, wasn’t enough for my love to give up on us. Was never a fuss, give all my heart vowed; must, trust. We’re definitely worth it, our hearts absolutely worth it; this love endearingly worth it, still.
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The heart, swayed by love’s intuitive breadth. The soul, moved by the vibrancy of autumn’s hue; heart and soul, left profoundly breathless by love’s divine allure. Every breath taken, every exhale released, its essence held within the pages of life’s ornate beauty. Though tears fall, love’s reign comes leaving its sublime due, soothing misty blues. The end of every season inevitable change, revealing its poetic rhyme has a distinct reason. Fertilized hope allows faith’s blossoming roots to go deep, love naturally growing, glowing resolute and perpetual. Its crimson beauty in any other light, its nuances still as captivating. Through the lens of love’s heartfelt perspective, the world’s beauty though organically captured. Loses its quintessential appeal, if love’s natural tapestry, yet not the fabric of its mosaic texture!
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Sweet Love, You are my soul’s joyous delight, indulgence of my innermost. Take me sweetly by the heart, to the sweet bye and bye. But, before my soul traverses the breadth therein, the gravity that takes my deepest breath. Intimate love, into me see, does your sweetness bear witness within my soul? Within the valley of shadows, walk with me, talk with me, hide my fears within the clefts of the hollow. Every day, my soul makes room, hear my heart’s love song bellow. My every heartstring strummed like to that of a breathless cello, hello. Roses are red, violets true, love deepens the crimson hue, within the depth of a heart’s more pleasant flower. Oh love, every hour, cue the violin, cue the orchestral tears moved by love’s sweet cascading sway. Its touching melody, textured essence of sweetened tapestry. Sweet dreams are made of these, how love rests so tenderly upon my swaddled soul. Hold my gaze, this not just a heartfelt faze; set my soul ablaze, emboldened of you be my most earnest praise. Words spoken softly, of love be the purest honey, dripping of love’s sweetest sublime, time after time. Chime in at any time, nurse my heart’s rhythmic rhyme, be love’s endless little twinkle, twinkling like an endearing star. Candid love, be near never far, nudge my soul profoundly with gentleness conveyed. Saving forever, love swayed endeavor, heart in heart forevermore. Love, oh love, irrevocably of thus I am; an endlessly seeping dam, pierced sweetly ever so…
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Of the heart’s lens, soul’s resonance realized, perspective captured within the peripheral of one’s cognizance. What doesn’t escape the heart’s perception, could never evade the landscape of the soul’s breathless viewpoint, love’s sublime beauty beckoning your innermost. The sun, the moon, the stars, the heavens not of a galactic afar; reached tangible, within the contemplation of our optic succession. Flowers bloom, but yet leave room so one’s heart, can bask in the enlightened hue of life’s wondrous treasures. The poetic moments that won’t escape, but become a heart’s-scape. What profoundly texturizes the soul, as its delight peers through the lens of a captivated heart. Heartfelt moments that define, love’s pastel petals so fine, through the lens of an artistic divine. Life’s intuitive collage, silencing chaos’ counterintuitive barrage. Leaving only love’s gaze, caught within the perceptive breadth of your soul’s breathtaking exhale!
*** This post, a collage of some of the photos my heart has captured this year with my phone, while traversing the downtown streets of my vibrant city, along with a poetic prose to give them a voice! Hope you enjoyed them!
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Your love moves, my soul trying to catch its breadth, but once again my heart’s perspective completely shifted. Your love so profoundly moving; forevermore it will surely take my breath, away on wings of love. My soul, trying to grasp the moment this love became so moving, how my heart became fluttering butterflies, caught within its rapture? Your love is like the wind, blows the mind, my heart swept like if a feather speechless within its embrace. Your love moves me, making me chase after my own heart, only to once again lose every breath, in love’s deepest spaces, finding my heart in such deep places. Every heartstring, wrapped up, tied up, tangled up within the crimson corals of love’s illustrious beauty. Drowning breathless within its ocean, its tender emotion. Perception of a heart too introverted, but even in love’s subtle motion, my quiet soul so persuasively moved, by its gentle sway. Of its pondered thoughts wander, search of the heart to find where the love ends, and the rhythm of my own heartbeat begins. Every day, my soul takes flight, tethered to love’s wing and a prayer, falling yet breathlessly. Every breath held tight; its muse clung to my soul so dearly. A love deeply moving, so breathtakingly sublime!
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Dearest Joy, DJ, run the riddim; sway my heart with the breadth of love’s sweet, sweet melody. DJ, the depth of your beat is so moving; simply groovy. Hey, DJ, the echo of your rhythm is extraordinary, so intoxicating. Stir it Up, my soul never left shaken, just my heart stirred. Oh DJ, the essence of your intimacy has a beautiful sound; its rhyme has no bounds. My soul could never deny, your sway my heart does prove, your rhythmic groove has deepened my muse, pleasure beyond a cultural vibe. DJ, you have the ticket to my heart, love’s progressive notion, swaying my heart and soul within its simplistic motion. Oh my soul, stop grooving and fall in line, my heart must always take the lead. What’s a groovy moment, if you can’t dig it; Get down on it, and Rock Away. Oh DJ, me love you long time, and my heart is Jammin; bubbling and rising up the top of one hundred. Run di track, play my heart some Jamdown anthem, bless up with ah little Caribbean style and flavor. DJ, don’t let my soul catch its breath, until my heart’s groovily free, able to frolic breathlessly. Let everybody get in ah di groove, give tribute to the land of Wood and water; of its rich natural beauty, blessed with God’s awesome splendor. DJ, coursing through my being, the rhythmic flow of its cultural vibes. Its joyous riddim cultivated in Jamaica’s breathtaking yonder, part of love’s groovy little island wonder!
After more than 300 hundred years of British colonial rule, Jamaica gained independence on August 6, 1962. The road to independence was long and hard, but with prominent and instrumental figures such as, Sir Alexander Bustamante, and Norman Manley, Jamaica gained its freedom for self-governance. In Jamaica, this date is celebrated as Independence Day, its national holiday!
*** Though, I’ve been living in Canada since the 70’s, I would be remiss not recognizing Jamaica’s independence, the land of my birth as something to be celebrated! ***
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