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The Power of Love!

It truly matters, your heart feeling at home, your soul resting deeply, empowered by the breadth that love offers. The world revolves, the day evolves, but does it all involve, living securely within the power of love? Young love is eager, young at heart has vigor, but does your love live wild, or free… with power to see. A distracted heart, doesn’t have the ability to reign in, wayward thoughts. Love gives the heart power, to be more than it was, better than it is. It doesn’t matter, how far down the road of life your heart gets. Stop, and realize this, love is the one thing, that gives your soul the freedom to be, free. It’s doesn’t matter, how difficult life’s journey gets. Love gives you its power, to enlighten your way, the ability to brighten your day. Love, isn’t always what you want, but yet everything you need, to succeed. Making it hard for your mind to not believe, your heart doesn’t have capacity to overcome, what seems impossible. Love power, makes the world revolve, the days evolve, keep the heart involved. To a way irrelevant thoughts, render negative influences powerless. The encounter, the soul giving its own account, the reign of love’s power. We’ve all felt it, been compelled, or propelled by it. No heart, can avoid it indefinitely, evade it forever. One thing, no one could ever deny, the power of love!

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Internationally, a Woman!

Her heart, her soul, not a mystery, internationally. Her fame, her name, within her essence; her motherhood, her sisterhood, her womanhood. Within, between, even among many, yet different; her individuality. Her heart hovers, her love mothers. Her personification, her representation. Her worth, her quintessence; her true beauty, internally. Hospitable her, giving you her soul. Life shapes, her love seeps, her heart bleeds. The breadth of her love, resounds profoundly, moves deeply. A man’s perspective, does nothing to elevate her position. Knowing a woman’s worth, will enlighten his perception… of love. Her heart feels, her love breathes, her resilience glows. In her words, her tenderness. In her tenderness, her love. Within her love, her heart. Within her heart, her strength. In her strength, her courage. Within her courage, her power. In her power, her resolve; love without strings. Her heart seeks, her soul speaks; her poetry in motion. Every day, she rises to the challenge, give the best of her love, intentionally!

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Within the Hourglass!

Minutes, through the glass of life’s fragile moments, turn into hours; the days of our lives. Moments in time, reciprocated, yields to us its fruits, love’s benevolent moments. The breath of life, moving between the breadth of every heartbeat. Why, would a wise soul counter, living in a time such as this. Where heartfelt encounter, time tugging on every heartstring. Love becoming, better than it was, more than it is. Who we are now, if not what it needs to be, change. Times change, the hands of time persist, no heart has the power to resist, we evolve within the midst. Time doesn’t toil, doesn’t spin needlessly; it’s intentional. Second chance, counterintuitive, to make a first impression. Time, doesn’t rely on second hand; information is key, knowledge isn’t free. Blood, sweat, tears; hard work and dedication, times three. Instrumental, to keep ahead you will surely see. Without fail, every hourglass tells the same tale. The measure of a heart, the texture of what lies within. Every notable slim perspective, loses its quintessence, when sifted through narrowed perception. Fixed periods in time, defined by its ability to produce, change. No need, to watch the sand slip through the hourglass. Profound change, occurs moment by moment, one day at a time. Seconds, become minutes, turning into hours; time. Love’s significance, sufficient grains of time, we son’t allow to wastefully cascade, through the hourglass!

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Stop. Listen!

Dearest, I hope this message finds you well? I don’t know to whom, or how far these words will reach, but it doesn’t matter, stop Whenever love speaks, letters form words, my heart becoming the ink, stop Every open heart, receiving this needs to grasp, love’s resilience obtained, forged by its benevolence, stop Its heartfelt expression, resides in its resounding confidence, stop The voice of love, sails breathless oceans, to impart its purpose, stop Within the depth of the sea, through the roaring of its waves, stop Upon the sure, bottled up message finds the shore, stop Saying, beloved; if you don’t believe love can sway, how then, can one’s heart appreciate its effects, when it moves so profoundly? Listen, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah; love is a song, testing the validity of heartstrings, stop Within seashells, whistling in the wind, the breadth within it moves, stop Moments lives its best life, in the stillness, the ones held dearest with every breath, stop My friends, may these brief words, find it is well, with your soul? Quiet your heart, Stop. Listen, love is speaking!

Yours truly,

A Messenger

Inspirational Living; to B…

Everyone that knows me, knows I’m unapologetically driven. The plain and simple truth is, I will never give anyone the opportunity; to confine my heart and soul within any of the proverbial A.B.C, type personalities. The vehicle I use, what drives me to “B,” a rendezvous with destiny. Yes, my heart’s in the driver’s seat, but not at the wheel; love steers my heart. With faith guides my soul, and Grace, navigates the way. You heard right, my heart is driven, “A,” me, on the road to “B.” The purpose, my love arriving at its quintessential destination, to “B”…. intentional. Every journey, has a starting point; “A,” getting you to “B,” proceeding to “C;” if you love has reached its true potential. Like I said, love is, the journey driving me, to “Be”… The question, I present to every heart is this; to “B,” or not to “B?” “What drives your heart,” to “Be”… the best you?

Do you, have the drive that will allow your love to accelerate, or does your heart just pump the brakes, to not allow your heart to become vulnerable? Whenever, the moments become darken, let love’s radiant light, shine in high definition. Not to eclipse someone else’s vision of love, but enhance their perspective. Being intentional on the journey to “B,” matters. Whenever, we depart from the point of it not being about “A”, but how our heart gets to “B,” your love proceeding to “C.” “A,” meant to be the catalyst, the starting point, your soul arriving to its intended destination. Where your love feels at home, giving of itself. The journey, gets your heart there. Inspirational living, the A.B.C’s of a driven heart; loving intentionality!

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Love’s Contexture!

True love, doesn’t need text, to give it context. It’s not swayed by veiled pretext, its benevolence, can’t be taken out of context. Love is, or it isn’t! Bares itself in plain sight, leaves its innermost exposed with no apology. What it’s believed to be, won’t change its essence. Its truth, can’t be negotiated with, giving every bit of its worth, nonnegotiable. Love paints in color, willing to go outside the lines, showing its true colors. Love doesn’t throw shade… on the canvas of the heart, calling itself a depiction of its vibrant tapestry. Contextually, love doesn’t depend on anything to be, yet based into the fabric of everything. Its significance, tethering the heartstrings natural course, love being its lifeline. Love, unapologetic in its compassion, decisive in its expression, evident with its posture. It’s not moved by indifferent moods, not intimidated by feelings, doesn’t capitulate to framed reference. The nuances of its resilience, interwoven within the breadth. The nature of its meaning, the complexities of its existence. Love’s purpose, be persuasive like the wind, while swaying like a gentle flower. Love’s contextual beauty, the texture, the clarity revealing what is; heart and soul.

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Within the Gravity!

The gravity within my soul, can’t be conveyed, in layman’s words. The words exist, it’s the significance not easily comprehended. You see, that’s the gravity; experiencing what does exist, within an existence. The rhapsody, living in love’s freedom, every breath prevailing, within the presence of its gravitational allure. Living beyond oneself, breathing out one’s mean.. ing, existing within the gravity. Love’s lighthearted motion, compels life’s breathtaking notion. A heart, relying solely on the concept of relativity, a soul not knowing the conception; the gravity to love’s true relevance. Every heartstring tethered, to the breadth of love’s forevermore. The heart’s gravity of love, becoming its weightless reality. The soul’s journey to love’s higher elevation, a heart’s endless pursuit, regardless of life’s precipitous sways. Even though, heaviness weighs the heart, love’s profound enlightenment, frees the mind, empowers the soul, jettisons life’s inconsequential notions. Trying to juxtapose love’s deeper meaning, deoxygenate its intrinsic essence. Its momentous revelation, lies within the heart and soul’s acute synergy. Real love doesn’t suffocate, plummeting to its demise, but breathes thriving within its new found depth. Love’s exploratory nature, moves within a state of urgency, be intentional. Its quintessence and grace, emanates the gravity. The gravitas, governs its providence, so love’s higher calling, can bare the soul. Its strength, love’s resilience apparent. Emotions hover, making welled up tears fall, but it’s in those moments the understanding; it’s the gravity, having its way with your heart. Life, takes every heart to the edge of tomorrow, but it’s in love’s weightlessness we discover. The perspective is how we live, breathe, have our being. The heart and soul living breathlessly, within the gravity!

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My Joy Is…

You bring me joy, whenever I lose my way, your love comes smiling, shining like the sun. Even, in the darkest moments, your love says; there’s no fear in love, when it’s your shining star. When, distance is overcome by miles. Love is there, waiting; my heart and soul, runs to its embrace. When, my heart feels lonely, my soul in need of a friend. Love comes, talks with me for a while, my soul smiles. Love speaks, whispers within the stillness, resonates in trying times. All I need is moments, for my intellect to know, everything may not be right, but yet, my spirit knows this truth. Even though, tears fall on the soul’s window pain, a heart knowing how to breathe, within love’s higher plane; makes everything be alright. My heart, doesn’t have to fight, hold on to it tight. Real love, squeezes the soul, with all its might. Like a bird, my spirit soars, like a kite, freedom gives my heart sight, to find pleasure in new heights. “And when, nothing else could help, love lifted me,” on the wings of a dove. To let my soul see, my joy is… You, Love!

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Love Lived!

This heart of mine, swept away forever, within waves of love. My soul, taken by love’s breathtaking encounter. How, can my heart ever stop, streams of love from seeping, through every crevice of cascading pours, the love that overflows. The reign is real, the struggle this; love’s blissful mist. The breathless calm bubbling, the water spilling, welling up from its beautiful spring. Love’s fountain of youth, my deep river unrestrained, my love unashamed, being overwhelmed by its breadth. My soul, submerged within love’s depth, its levee keeping my heart from suffocating, in the quicksands within life’s journey. My soul living deeply, embracing the peace within love’s forevermore. True breathing, takes place in moments noted, preserved in love’s subtle moments. Lived out, in this heart of mine!

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