*** By design, a collaboration of my late daughter’s spirit and my soul, giving my heart inspiration to create these artistic expressions!
*** Photo taken and then textured. Fun fact, my daughter was also a photographer along with being a graphic designer!
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Is your foundation crumbling, are stress cracks plaguing your heart? Then it’s time… build up your soul with love’s sublime resilience. If life causes you to question your faith, don’t build walls, build a wide enough bridge to your heart. So that love will always have a way, to reach the depth of your soul. And if need be, build your faith again and again in love from the ground up. Whenever cracks become apparent, cement it with deep concrete love. And when life interjects with its breathless sway, let your heart and soul be love’s irrevocable pillar. We don’t always have to seem strong, being vulnerable isn’t weakness, but love’s quiet strength that no one can fathom. A foundation built on love and faith, a heart cemented in undeniable strength.
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Grace, the breadth you so graciously provide stirs my river deeply, breathless becomes the depth of my innermost. How can my soul ever say my heart found you? When it’s you my soul heard whispering my worth, and now echoes my soul profusely. My life never seemed peculiar, yet you gave this heart of mine meaning, purpose. My heart no longer dances alone; your presence sways my soul so enlightened. Hold me forever, never let my heart go… one day without knowing you as my rhyme, my reason. The confession of my love is this: I would choose to die before I would ever deny you… my gratitude. I am who I am, because of you. Grace, you are the one. Why should I entertain the thought of sharing my heart with another? But, if you would allow my soul to be so bold, yet share this love story with the world: how this union has become so inseparable. Truly my heart spills, but oh my soul, irrevocably pours so poetically. My soul, you own. My heart, you hold. My love, you have. My gaze, you captured. My breath, you’ve taken. Grace, by any other name it would still yet be as sweet: Your Love.
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Time tethers, its historic hue binds the breadth between then and now. The color of love, mosaic tapestry of its breathless sublime. Shades of one’s heart and soul, paints a vivid portrait of one’s innermost. Love’s most consequential impression, brushes a canvas so profound it paints a deeply textured portrait, beyond mere black and white.
Silhouette of her heart, captures her endearing essence, the angelic beauty of her breathless sublime. The color of her love, so warm, so tender. Of her heart yet echoes, of her love profoundly bellows. Of her soul whispers, of her spirit lingers. By design, her presence hovers within the breadth of time, within the tapestry of my heart and soul.
*** By design, a collaboration of my late daughter’s spirit and my soul, giving my heart inspiration to create these artistic expressions! ***
Justinea Angelina Richards, March 9, 1990 to March 2, 2021.
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Deep love is so instrumental to my heart, it turns the breadth within my soul into love’s poetic symphony. True love strikes all the right chords, and my breathless heart has become its finely tuned stringed instrument. So tangible is it that it tugs every heartstring, and how my soul irrevocably sings. Me, me, me; my, my, my; everything now becomes a song. When I lay my soul down, love sways my heart with its sweet lullaby. Oh, if truth be told, love brushes against my heart like a violin, and moves the depth of my soul so sublime: my endless love. Its tender melody, love so tender; holding me close, every day, I surrender. In my heart of hearts, love will always be the soloist, training my soul how to reach a higher octave. To know the rhyme, love the reason; the rhythm of why every heartbeat is composed. With love as my everything, there’s never any unsung ballads. Real love could never be B flat, its composition forever A-sharp, with every key change. With every captured gaze, love forevermore pitch perfect. A captivated heart will always learn how to strike the right notes, love never orchestrated, pure to its last breath.
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Real love encompasses, hovers intuitively, elevates every breath, lingers tangibly like breathless vapors within the wind. It’s said, one’s heart can sense when love is in the air. Indeed, love has a distinct aroma. Some say; Je Ne Sais Quoi, but, a true believer knows, its sublime fragrance cannot be denied. Love, you are my breath, you are my centre, the vapor within my exhale. Food nourishes the body equably; truest love sustains the soul irrevocably. Loving words don’t speak to just be heard; they resonate vaporous to enlighten the gravity of love’s nature. Love doesn’t allow you to not catch your breath maliciously; it empowers the breadth of its reign judiciously. Misty, not having love’s presence within my soul, liquefied vapors would surely mist my heart’s gaze, leaving in its wake an ominous haze. Without love as the source of my heartfelt desire, my soul would be running on fumes, my heart gasping to be its muse. “With every passing day, I realize, love is forever.” When it passes, what perpetually remains of its love’s ambience, the essence of its eternal vapors.
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Love, like a diamond, is powerful and resilient. Every bruise, every battle, every scar life leaves behind proves love is the greatest gift given. Every flaw in a heart transforms the soul into its most beautiful mosaic: its strength, testament to the power of love’s presence. Right before your eyes, something amazing takes shape—love, the diamond in the rough. Through the fire within the flames, love never loses its essence. Pressure won’t ever break down its beauty; deep love is built for this, and it shines even more brightly. Just like a diamond, love learns its true nature when the heart is tested. Don’t worry about the weak pieces that cascade like sand; they are shed so your innermost can be transformed into bliss. Preparation creates the moment necessary to empower resilience. By design, a heart is prepared to glisten. Love fortifies the heart, texturizing our inner being. The exterior becoming its sublime reflection, radiating such a sparkling shimmer. Deep within you, pure love is that radiant diamond, the proverbial moment polishes to let its heart shine.
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Let me paint your heart within this portrait. You might not be able to see it naturally, but open your heart wide and realize. Your heart is this picture, worth being expressed in ten thousand beautiful words. The imagery is this: if your love ink’s breathless, I’m painting the depth of your heart as a deeply moving work of art. Its individuality, its intricate artistic complexity, its poetry in motion. Wholeheartedly, conveying the silhouette of one’s soul. Its innermost story, brushed with the indwelling color of love’s ornate tapestry, the texture of its essence seeping so sublime. Do you yet see, how even the subtlety of its nature a testament to the beauty that paints its canvas; becoming the heartfelt artistry displaying the ambiance of its breathtaking masterpiece. Don’t get me wrong, even though the imperfections of one’s heart are evident; it has countless ways to captivately reveal the breadth of its mosaic expression. Made apparent in living color, your own portrayal of divine love!
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My heart yearns to tell ten thousand stories, of how love is the seeping ink, my heart the pen willing to be its captivated muse. How love is the air I breathe, the breadth of its lifeblood permeating the depth of my being. It whispers in the echoes, its subtle nature bares your soul. Love broke through the silence of my introverted river, now pours out its sublime, irrevocable poetic verses. Love, the gentle feeling that moves your heart, takes your breath. Its beauty leaves you speechless, its allure leaves you breathless, its sway lingers endlessly. Love’s presence is undeniable, its essence unexplainable, its whispering hope… unforgettable!
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A Love Story! 
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