Within the contours of my why, love’s divine meaning. Within the shape of my heart, the mosaic essence within love’s crimson hue. Within silhouette of my soul’s rhythmic significance, nuances of my love’s expression. Within the curves of my mind’s eye, the texturized reference of my love’s overarching context. Within the form of my being, the melodic nature of love’s perpetual breadth. Within profile of my poetic notion, my love’s deepest eMotion. Within the contoured beauty of love’s existence, the captivating grace of its purity, tracing the artistic character of my heart’s posture; contours of my why!
At home, love’s endearing best resting breathlessly on my chest, its breadth moving within every heartbeat. There’s never any heaviness, sustained within the weightlessness of its benevolence. Comfort of its charm, my soul feeling at home, nestled within the tenderness of its loving arms. Real love doesn’t seduce; but embolden its sincerity to produce the moments, becoming of its fragrant sublime. It’s never easy being vulnerable, knowing love isn’t always comfortable, giving love room for its essence to be forever faithful. Nature of its quintessence at home, strolling through the deepest parts of your soul. The beauty of its presence, lingering throughout the quiet spaces of your heart. Nuances of its divine invading the deep places of your heart’s affirmation. Beauty of its confidence, tugging endlessly on your every heartstring. The profound tapestry of its textured ink, its crimson hue seeping through the crevices of your heartfelt serenity. One’s heart exposed, your soul laid bare across the solace pages of your hopes and dreams. It feels like home, wrapped up submerged within its tranquil essence, within the overwhelming sway of love’s comforting embrace!
Heart, tell me, why the hesitation; are you waiting for the perfect moment? It’s been said, timing is everything, but even if you time it just right, heart, you might miss the moment for love to take a leap of faith, and exhale its deepest breath. Oh heart, once you get it, get into the groove. Not for what love has to prove, but one’s soul knowing how profound the breadth of love moves. Just know, a double-minded heart can find itself tangled up, skipping all the necessary steps needed to conquer fear of the unknown. So many think, the steps to success are about being good, yet not realizing; love for oneself is about knowing you’re enough. Hard work and dedication, passion never counts the cost, while digging deep requires love’s greatest sacrifice. A heart can be taught to bob and weave, but one’s love requires discipline, for its actions to be measured. Don’t just jump in, jump out of love, a heart relying on wit, one’s love never being a witness, to the nature of its steadfast grit. Love’s perseverance thrives knowing its truest strength, hence, of its consequential character. When in doubt, your heart is not organically striving, don’t throw your hands in the air, and wave it like you just don’t care. Dare to be different, a love losing sight of its mission, a heart making the wrong decision; letting a wayward mind dictate what becomes of your heart and soul’s resilience. Life can make it seem mind, body and soul are being swayed in opposite directions. Just remember, one’s faith tethered to love’s enabling breadth, emboldens its rhythmic cohesiveness. A vibrant heart overcomes adversities, not knowing one’s heartbeats per minute, rather how to exercise one’s deeply felt empowerment. Elated assurance of what love afforded, enlightenment of one’s elevated resolve!
This is a revisited post, originally posted on Sep 11, 2019, with a fresh new take, of how it relates to our life’s stories!
*** Double dutch, a jump-rope game played with two long jump ropes, swung in opposite directions so that they cross rhythmically. ***
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! ***
A Love Story! 
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