Love, beats passionately within my chest. Quickens my spirit, awakens my emotions. The heart of a warrior, thy love has made my soul to be. Valiantly, with thy breadth I will forever slay the darkness. With thy strength, reign in the rebellious heart. Thus, will unequivocal strike a lasting blow, to a strong willed mind. In the twilight, stand’s aloft the knight. Valiant love, steadfast with an impenetrable armor. Seen, within a graceful light. Love, gives my heart the strength, to vanquish every fear. Emboldens my quiver, so with my bow. My arrow, will thus pierce the dawn. Love, places the greatest sword in my sheath. With determination, my heart will wield it valiantly, like it was Excalibur. The Author of faith, such a love is truly King. True love, endearing like a thousand shields. In the thicket, in the thick of it, love will sacrifice. In the midst of love’s courage, anxiety doth quake. In the wake, lack won’t have the power, to plunder your soul. In every breath, remnants of a spirited love. Valiant love, hold my heart, in thy gaze. Let my stature be, clothed in confidence. Never to be dismayed, nether cower, in the middle of the fiercest battle. Thus, be unyielding, unwavering; in the pursuit to become, a victorious love. Fearless conquers, in heart of hearts. A brave soul inlaid, with a noble love. The lionhearted, a soul endowed, with grace to overcome. A heart, distinguishable wherever thou goest. Virtuous love, Valiantly will I pursue you; to be a heart like thine!
In the night, my soul stays awake, waiting to exhale. In my sleep, my heart still hears, your love breathe. My soul, watches throughout the twilight, to know the very moment, your love enters my dreams. With every glimpse into your heart, sweet love, leaving my love in awe. Experiencing the tenderness, while my heart held, by love’s sweet embrace. Every breath, becomes another sweet surrender. My heart concedes, awake and in my dreams, give love my being. The sweet aroma, the sweet fragrance of love, yielding the breathless essence. The kiss upon my heart, the breadth of love within my soul. In the sweetest dreams, words stay lost, love what I’ve found. Why, I won’t ever close my heart, won’t let my soul drift off to sleep. For the bliss, I will surely miss. Heart and soul, resting; in Love’s Sweet Surrender!
“Crazy,” what they said; what doth young love, know about an endless vow? I do, I will; till death, this I vow. For, “She Believes in Me,” I will forever hold her love, in my heart. “Lady,” in my eyes, I see no one else, but you. To the heavens, I cast my gaze, and to you my love, I pledge my days. Though at times, “Islands In The Stream.” In my dreams, my island girl, and I sailing, to love’s deepening horizon. Thirty four years, proves the naysayers were right. Our hearts, still Crazy, in love. “Through the years;” we’ve known love, shed doubts, shared joy and heartache. Lady, I’m so glad we stayed, right here, in love. You’re, an angel in disguise. I see the reflection, in your eyes. Your heart, mirroring a love divine. Pretty woman, I love your soul, appreciate your heart, believe your love. Every day, it’s resting gracefully, on my heart. So many, looking for a hero, to save the day. My heart, just needs forever. It will save for my soul, the last dance. An endearing love song, telling a captivating story. Two hearts, caught up in the rapture… of love!
“You Can’t Make Old Friends,” but you can make the love, be always. True love, “You Are So Beautiful;” into me see, how you’ve beautified my soul. Love of a lifetime, plays a heartfelt ballad. When, the day feels like quicksand, my heart will never struggle. Deeper, how the soul becomes free. Deep in love, the place where the heart needs to be. Sweet Lady, what will my heart do, when heaven needs my angel? Our journey in love, has come to an end? If, another love was to knock at my door, would I ever open my heart? Would another love, tell my soul the truth; can I, trust you with my heart? Who, could inspire my love story, the way you did? Where would I begin, to tell how the story, has reached an end. Since way back when, it’s been me and you. Will my heart sing, when our love is no more? Apart from you, who could fill in the harmony. Who on earth, could replace the rhythm, make my heart fall in unison? Without you in my life, no love song would have the same meaning. God, created the world, “And You, Decorated My Life,” in a portrait called love. “We’ve got Tonight,” and we will have forever. For, our heart have found a home, in love’s embrace!
Kenneth Ray Rogers, lived August 21, 1938 to March 20, 2020. An American singer, songwriter, actor, record producer, entrepreneur. He was elected to the Country Music Hall of Fame, in 2013. He charted more than 120 hit singles, across various music genres. Topped the album charts, more than 200 individual weeks, in the United States alone. He sold over 100 million records worldwide, during his lifetime. Making him one of the best-selling music artists, of all time. This song inspired montage, a tribute to his legacy. I was looking to do this, back in March of 2020, but then Covid. Again last year, but then, my daughter’s passing in March of 2021. I guess, 2022, it was meant to be!
I hope, the montage resonated? Many, said my bride and I were too young to get married. But, when two hearts are predestined, and you have the faith to believe; forever, will be the destination!
The dreamer, and the dream. The heart awakened, with a renewed inspiration. To not let love, fade into the peripheral. The profound, the true meaning. Love’s truest expression, seen in a perfect light. Where reality is known, but the evidence never realized. Real love revealed, always be a beautiful reflection, more than superficial. Every day, we face the mirror. The look within, to be enlightened. What was, what is, what changes. So, your love can be a reflection, in life, in heart, in mind, in soul. The prism, with the lens exceeding, black and white. In the mirror, the colors of love, reflects its purest form. A splitting image, can evolve into splitting hairs, in a tainted perspective. If the ends, justifies the means. Love is an extension, not a buy product, it’s freely given. Love, never meant to be a shiny surface, but a deep impression. So the likeness resonates, being a true portrayal. A picture, with a thousand words. A mirrored love, a reciprocated demonstration, not a one sided reflection. A daily look in the mirror, refocuses the heart, beyond the imperfections. When love, needs to be a distinguishable display; for me it starts, with the man in the mirror. The innermost, brings into the light. What’s on the outside, your light will illuminate. The heart perceives, what the love concedes. It’s not show and tell, but in the image created. In the mirror, be a Reflection… of the truest love!
Family; people, or group of, deriving from a common race; the human. So, why are we so blind to see, that it’s not about eyes wide open, but a heart not closed… off, to the possibilities. True love, never needs a reason, to embrace… our differences. So, sheath tolerance, and instead wield expectance. We are, the same; “If pricked, do you not bleed? if tickled, do you not laugh?” So why not, let us live in peace, in harmony. So we can all live long, and prosper… together, in love. It doesn’t matter, if your love is the nearest. If family, why shouldn’t the love receive, be the dearest, we have to offer? Even though, we’re not always united, and though sometimes divided. We can still be, hearts connected, in our humanity. And why Not, love seen through the prism, makes us connected. The true color of love, makes the eyes color blind. So the heart, won’t be tainted. Real love, is endearing, heartwarming, life changing; when intentional, when unconditional. Red, yellow, black, white, and brown; we are, all precious… in love’s sight. How can I, not share with you my heart; when, we’re family. To be, or not to be, that is the question. A profound love story, will bring hearts together; one love. To help bear each others burdens, wipe each other’s tears. Make hopes and dreams, be love inner twined. Come closer, let love whisper into your heart and soul. For it will surely say, We Are, Family!
In the morning, when I rise; love, be every heartbeat, in the sands of time. When I drown, love will be the reason, I live breathless. And when time stands still, move my soul. Time after time, when desperation becomes the thirst. Love will be the water, to quench my heart’s desire. Shadows, they tell time, of what was. In times past, and what will surely be. Though, time slips through the hourglass. The hands of time, encounter seconds in bliss. Between the stillness of moments, a quarter past, or even at a quarter after. Love, doesn’t let a faithful soul, exhale. In the Am, in the Pm, at noon, at midday, or at midnight. Every twenty four hours, minutes in wait; the daylight saving, you breathtaking moments. What time is it, you ask? First, let me ask you this. Has your heart set time aside, every day; to know a deeper love? Time in words, can be written in numerals. Hours in love, never about counting minutes. Just the counted moments, your heart was held, in the depth of love’s timeless embrace. For, when time is no more. A half an hour, will seem a lifetime, holding on to memories. Time, waits for no one. Once it’s gone, the picture; likened to a thousand words. Reflecting, the times your heart let precious moments of love, slip away!
Through the sands of time, her heart beats endlessly. Her worth, not in question. For, the strength of her love, beyond words. The moon knows her essence, the stars gaze at her beauty. Her radiance, outshines the twilight, eclipses the moonlight. Her heart, a crimson rose. Her soul, bares an Angel, disguised. Her presence, endearing. Her quintessence, providence. Her personification, virtuous. Her head, crowns her meaning. Her feet, walks the miles. Her strength, profound. Her breath, ordained, to breathe new life. Her love, shaped by her heart. Her support, leaves no doubt. Her life, bears much fruit. Her purpose, indisputable. Her confidence, binds her resolve. Her inspiration, love unconditional. Her expression, depth of soul. Her armor, breadth of heart. Her beauty, found within. Her desire, give heart and soul. Her need, the freedom to be. Her celebration, internationally known. A woman’s worth, unquestionable. Her heart, tells the tale; Her Worth!
The love I feel, could never be mistaken. The heart searched, the love tested. The soul proven, to be genuine. Though, the heart deeply flawed. Love covers, ten thousand imperfections. Love’s presence, fathoms depth, examines breadth. Up close and personal, the essence, takes your breath. Real love, the foremost in proving. In love, assurances are worthless. If love is bought, with promises. But the heart and soul, not sold out. If the validation, the authentication, the elation. Are not replicated daily, in undeniable truth, the worth becomes meaningless. Possessing, a heart of gold. Never allowing your heart, to become bankrupt. Giving what may be seen in the light, as a Counterfeit Love!
My heart, constantly repositioned, being forever changed. My way of thinking, started with my heart, in the right place. Love, can move a heart so. Every expression, can seem a bit dramatic, a bit over the top. I don’t need, my love to be in a perfect place. The desire, a heart in a forever place, you can sincerely call faithful. Obsessive, to be a heart forever true. Compulsive, show a love truly compelling. Disorder, don’t dis the order. You have to first, be faithful with a few things; so many, will be able to see, the shape of your heart. A name, tagged with a sticky one sided label. Will never allow, for the freedom of love’s true expression. Love, doesn’t have boxes, with a label placed over your heart. Thinking, your have a heart figured out. Limits how a moving love, can profoundly change… you. Desiring, an obsessively clean heart. May overwhelmingly, change a tainted perspective. A heart, focused on not being deterred. Will resist the urge, to not become the best version, of a faithful soul. You should never, compromise your heart. Lower your standards, just to fit in, to someone else’s vision. My heart won’t be pursued, to be moved by futile preferences. A permanent shift, has already taken place. Forever held, not a state of mind, but the state of the heart. Not with the uncontrollable desire, to fix what must be. Allowing your heart, to be constantly shifted. The love within, will be repositioned, enlightened, illuminated, undistracted. A heart in action, doesn’t need to be profoundly moved, for the love to be seen as true!
Every breath, cascading through the sands of time. Every heartbeat, moving within a graceful rhythm. Why grasp at straws, when love held dear, will always be. For the hands of time, can’t counter feeling, encountered with every moment. I hold on to endearing, breathe though my breath taken. My soul speaks, through love’s holistic tether. My heart sings, with breathless words. I grip reality, clench fist at heartache. Will carry the memories, they will never be a burden. I will cleave to love, and let the tears fall. They won’t break, my heart’s not made of glass. I cling to the cross, for life, beyond the moon and stars. Capturing, not about maintaining the memories, but the heart living, in the love retained. Kept, not the name’s sake, but what the love takes, you to a moment in time. From the cradle, to the grave, squeeze the love tight. With all your might, hold it forever. It will sustain, the love that remains, unchanged. Though, love bears the weight, profoundly know the breadth, even in death. The memories remaining, will stand the test of time, in life after breath. All at once, the realization; the smile, the laughter, the love, the embrace, just memories. A dove ascends, to the heavens, on the wings of our love. What remains, love living in the essence, in the shape of a heart!
Where has the year gone, a day that seems like yesterday. A little dove, with the heart of an angel, ascended to the heavens. A daughter, a sister, a friend, forever held in our memories, and in our hearts! In loving memory of my daughter, Justinea Angelina Richards. March 9, 1990, to March 2, 2021.
A Love Story! 
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