Love of a sublime gaze, love likened to the vastness of the heavenlies, its weightless gravity, felt within depth of being. Heart and soul, walking in love’s grace and favor, of its empowerment, of its enlightenment, of its endearing awakening. Its tender breadth resting gracefully upon you, one’s heart and soul traversing its beauty therein. If just, no what if’s, with wings and a prayer, the heavenly beckons you to its celestial plane. Love compelling as the wind, soft as an angelic shadow, inspiring like that of the heavenly. Divine love, of hearts marching in the spirit of unity, of communities living in harmony. Of love’s ability to display its serenity, of heart’s demonstrating the strength of its character. Of love’s light, perpetually shining, so deeply moving, breathlessly changing you; inside out. Of hearts built from the ground up, love’s spirited foundation, by design. It’s a glorious wonder, how love’s propensity eclipses mere feeling, so profound it feels heavenly. Love’s heartfelt remedy, of its breathtaking jubilee, heaven on earth!
Of its natural beauty, flowery essence of its vibrant charm, deep healing of love’s fragrant balm. Of rosy cheeks red, colorful calm of violet’s blue. Of love’s nature, its ambiance capturing the nuances of its eclectic hue, of few hearts able to resist its picturesque impression. Heart’s crowned with its endearing brilliance, the textured reign of heaven’s due. Captivating radiance of its enchanted allure, never to be eclipsed of words’ ten thousandth reason. Of love’s perpetual aura flourishing deeply, enriched by the serenity found within its ten billionth season. Of its unchained melody, the angelic chorus tells of its symphonic breadth, swaying whispers within the wind. Its rapturous vibes, beautifying one’s heart and soul, with its awe and wonder. There’s not enough paint in the world to texturize the magnitude of love’s splendor. Discovered within the mosaic of its beautiful landscape, the warmth of its decorative presence blossoming so divinely!
*** These, a collection of floral landscapes I’ve taken pictures of over the past couple of months. The original photo, and a texturized version through the lens of my heart’s decorative interpretation! Hopefully you enjoyed them!
Deep within my soul, a crimson love story seeps, penned its composition keeps. Etched upon the tablet of my heart, the end still being inked, of a mind and soul living synced. Love is the ink, my heart just the pen, versed to spill the tea. Plot involving, of my heart and soul’s evolving, the artistic breadth of one’s inked love provoking. Constant it flows, consisting of some of life’s woes. Yet, endlessly my love pours inked, a never ending love story. Transformation of a heart being led, penciled thoughts redefined, of love permanently inked, its essence defined. Every soul has its tipping point, love of a harmonious well, spills of one’s heart profoundly textured, visibly inked. By design, love’s artistry leaves its truest mark, of its fluidity drying so clear. One’s heart revealing, the tapestry of one’s innermost, love inked transparently pure!
The intuitive fire within one’s soul will never flame out, when real love is what fuels the fire within one’s heart. So, set ablaze love’s unquenchable fire, with what it profoundly desires; your soul’s passion, your heart’s compassion. The soul not worried about backdraft, but what’s needed to let it consume one’s innermost. Seeping into your bones, until it burns deeper within, burning away every single residue of doubt, that love’s fire can’t sustain one’s deeply felt need to become. A soul on fire rising from ashes like a phoenix, ignited by the true essence of love’s precipitous propellant. The flammable breadth of love, forever kindling the fire within one’s saturated heart!
Never give up on you, the child inside, not afraid of dreaming out loud, having dreams within daydreams. Against all odds, childlike confidence wielded like polished pebbles, having a ripple effect that profoundly changes perception. A heart, knowing that hopes brought into the light, lets the dreams in one’s soul shine, illuminate so divine. Dream audibly, contemplate intuitively, humor imaginations instinctively. A heart that chuckles when someone says, broken wings can’t fly. Just smile, marvel how their hearts don’t seem to understand. Wind beneath a heart spread wide, a soul needing just faith to soar, dreams to roar. Why, you never give up, ever give up on you. Never be afraid of from the depth of your belly; you dream out loud. Dreams seeping like an endless river, cascading like a never-ending stream. Love’s deepest truth, dreams revealed. Even if reflective of a dream ordinary, it can still glisten tangibly. Don’t let your dreams be timid, to face your northern star, it’s what keeps inspiring your heart to never give up, ever give up on you. Visions change the world; dreams preserve it through time, to fulfill its purpose. Sometimes, life itself becomes a stumbling block, but the key to unlocking its fulfillment. Deep within your soul, knowing dreams come true when you deeply believe, it will never give up on you. Convince your heart and soul, it’s okay to dream out loud!
Power, to what degree, indicative of one’s accretion, determinative of one’s expectation. Worth, to what intrinsic, discovered to what in its significance you believe. Spirit, life force of one’s innermost, empowering state of mind, freeing the heart’s frame of reference. Degree of character, degree of passion, degree of courage, degree of intentionality; facilitating degree of probability, the discovery. Head to heart, only the start; if one degree off between, destiny would never reach its intended reality. A rudderless heart, drifting from its beliefs, would never perceive what needs to be. Ability to direct, influencing its preconceived outcome. Power zone, keeping the weight of love’s fundamental breadth, close to your heart, your strength’s greatest discovery. Where vulnerability isn’t defined as weakness, derived as being resilience. Discovering, resides within believing, doubts would never have the capability to overpower, your heart’s unwavering posture. Standing tall, doesn’t mean you won’t at times fall; nevertheless, answer the call, to your potential. Aligning your heart horizontally, with the lens of a vertical sincerity, landscape’s clarity visualized organically. A representation positive, a life lived well comparative, motivation being instinctively powerful. Heart and soul going through stages, discovering the totality of its sway, your power within revealed!
Born with angelic wings, breathlessly her soul sings, her heart predestined to be, my dearly beloved butterfly. Even though prematurely birthed, it never determined her worth, a heart larger than life. My little caterpillar made her way to my innermost, where love’s beauty resides. The most beautiful of butterflies, emerged from love’s cocoon. The benevolent of her breadth, waiting to exhale, moment to soar. In her wake, my heart’s quake, of my breath’s take. Of love’s endearing nectar, life’s bitter-sweet nexus, the moments better sweetened, with the ornate essence of love’s heavenly hue. Its breathless kiss, of my heartstrings mist; what lingers true, moves through, heartfelt cues. Her colorful wings, what playful joy they bring; likened to how soulful a hummingbird sings. My butterfly, my once quaint caterpillar, her love quietly flutters my soul. Her love’s picturesque silhouette, took flight with angelic pinion, bid my heart adieu!
Hummingbird’s Lullaby
Of its beautiful display, the breadth of its natural way, like that of a lyrical sway. Nature’s good vibration, love’s sweet sensation, throughout nations. The rhythm, the rhyme, this moment in time. Life in living color, love renowned like of a vibrant flower. Its brilliance subtle, yet so vivacious of iridescent vibes. Love, hum my soul a song, tug my heartstrings strong; yet tenderly, permeate throughout with a melodious twang. Sun-flowered hue, pollination’s cue, the extract of love’s lavished due. Essence of its meaning, blessing of its ornate truth. Whistling willow, whisper the secrets of love’s undying scent. And accent I shall, with the beauty of my tulips, give away the best of my heart’s most deeply held possession, love. Hummingbird’s lullaby, evident not by its presence, but the sublime texture of its splendor. Life’s bliss, cascades of heartfelt mist, of love’s healing kiss!
By design, a collaboration of my late daughter’s spirit and my soul, giving my heart inspiration to create these designs!
Each design, pieces of different elements woven together; pictures, drawings, paint swatches, inserted and manipulated within several design apps, together creating the final design. A legacy in the making, love’s ornate breadth by design!
*** Hope you enjoyed them, have a wonderful weekend! ***
Believing, sometimes easier said than done, knowing there’s a sublime worth of one’s soul; Yet, belief is subjective. Seeing you’ve come so far, but Yet, your heart fixated on those distant hurdles. You know, you have so far to go; Yet, not persuaded your faith will overcome. Your focus being, amount of times you’ve been knocked down, not sure why stand; Yet, rise. Some days, your heart’s just trying to heal from a brand new scar, only for it to become a broken heart; Yet, there will be another moment for healing. Hope conquers so many mountains, wins the fiercest of battles; Yet, will never brag or boast; it needs your heart to be its host. It’s okay to question seasons, as your soul tries to find the reason; Yet, never doubt if your journey has purpose. Certainly, sometimes it’s hard to see, what your heart doesn’t want to believe; Yet, let trust verify. Don’t give up on, thinking love would abandon your heart. This moment in time, the rhyme; Yet, pieces of life’s poetry, motioning the soulful rhythm that finds. Whenever, anxiety won’t let your soul breathe; Yet, love’s breadth what inspires true confidence, letting the heart exhale its deepest breath. Life doesn’t always make sense; Yet somehow, gives mind, body, and soul its due, recompense. Feel worthy of love, even if some change seems just insignificant pennies; Yet, in love’s well, never a worthless wish to hope. Whenever, things seem uncertain, unbearable to your heart, don’t stop believing; Yet!
Treasure, your love’s the object of my desire, the jewel that shimmers within the crevices of my heart; I’ve got to have you. Treasure, don’t ever capsize my hopes, unless to show me the riches of a treasured love, found in the deepest places of an ocean. Treasure, my soul will sail the breadth love’s blue yonder, to fathom the essence of its crimson wonder. I will seek your heart day and night, just to glimpse the wealth of its sublime. Treasure, my heart will pursue you with every ounce of being, my now and forevermore. My soul utterly overwhelmed, knowing destiny affords one’s soul the full extent of love’s cherished meaning. Treasure, chart my soul a path to the center of your heart, so I can drown breathless within love’s deepest river. Treasure, give me all of you; passion keeps my heart beating, but pursuit keeps my soul needing. Treasure, you are my precious, my beloved; my treasure trove of love and beauty; worth finding again and again. Treasure, let my soul gaze upon your magnificence, my heart peer into the depth of your innermost, until I’m lost for words. Treasure, oh treasure, what is this? Oh, it seems the tide has turned; love has left my chest wide open, my heart exposed, my soul bared. And now, my heart sails these vulnerable seas, inking the exploits of my soul’s greatest treasure; Love, that beckons to one’s heart and soul!
Time waits for no one, doesn’t need anyone’s permission. Its movement progressive, its revolution massive, its impact beyond comprehension. What only time will tell, how hypnotizing its spell, until the hour rings its bell. Time is sensitive, its wisdom perceptive, its characteristic intrusive, its appendage reactive, its actions assertive; but yet, to your feelings susceptive. You can’t change its mind, but this you will find. Even though, you can’t sway hands of time, you can encapsulate its sublime. Don’t call it a crime, when on this side of time; become wasted days, wasted nights. We all get the same, moments in time, with no one to blame. Your heart thinking, time’s the game, your feelings have a hand in persuading. But, time isn’t totally heartless, twenty-four-seven vivid dreams truly endless. Time grants us visions, what a wide open heart receives, the enlightened moments perceived. Time’s strength, its beauty revealed within thus, our enduring light, compels its timeless might. Within the nexus of the soul’s progression, the heart’s fundamental decision, be emboldened by time’s momentous encounter. One’s heart and soul, understanding life’s greatest breadth is realized, through a course of time, propelled by love’s sequence of actionable events!
A Love Story! 
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