iTraded, Love!

  • iTraded Love my heart, so my soul could know the true breadth of its sublime.
  • iTraded Love my time, so my heart could devote to love my undivided attention.
  • iTraded Love my hands, so love will have the means to always take me by the heart; keep my soul now and forevermore… breathless.
  • iTraded Love my eyes, so Love could always peer keenly into the depth of my soul, take my breath to its deep places.
  • iTraded Love my thoughts, so all of my heartfelt contemplations would only be thoughts of love.
  • iTraded Love my soul, why would I ever need a soul, if love wasn’t the very reason my heart’s essence had a purpose?
  • iTraded Love my voice, so love could whisper into my soul; forever tell my heart I’m its joy.
  • iTraded Love my breath, but why not? I will just lose it again and again, the very moment it tugs my heartstrings.

Truth be told, I am who I am today because Love asked of my heart, let me be your Everything, and without hesitation; iTraded, all I am!

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Inked: A Heart’s Artistic Journey!

EVERY HEART NEEDS TO KNOW ITS DEEPEST BREATH. Deep within one’s soul, a crimson love story unfolds, its composition ever-evolving; beautifully etched in crevices of the heart, end story its work of art. Picture this, heart wide open doesn’t need a thousand words, to convey the beauty of its essence. Mind, body, soul though imperfect, thrive working in perfect harmony. Love’s seeping ink, one’s heart the pen poised to deeply spill. Artistically revolving, love ever evolving. Amidst life’s challenges, a love story painted with a breathless tapestry; a never-ending tale of transformation. Every soul reaches a tipping point, heart pondering a breaking moment. Hold to on hope, a harmonious well love’s quintessential tell; by design, a heart about to profoundly swell. Textured love, its artistic impression leaving on the heart its profoundest mark. Heart and soul indubitably brushed, painted within its deepest breadth; love’s transparent ink!

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Deeper!

Love’s call, its every subtle whisper beckoning you, deeper. Its deep river, motions my innermost deeply; asking my soul to descend into its depth. Love sings to your soul, its breathless melody swaying my heart deeply. Every breath it takes, my very depth does it hold, asking my soul to come a little deeper so bold. With every expectation, the heartfelt revelation deeper becomes the destination. To breathe my heart does concede, deep places have become my breathless reprieve. Love, many times in my early days, you would ask my heart; do I want to fathom your deepest breadth, my soul drown within my most profoundest desire? Yes would be, but, love you know it’s been such a hard year, and in your reign my tears gave fear the blame. Yet love, I don’t know who I would be, if not your gentle nudge, my heartstrings tethered to your endless sway. For now, my soul feels so much at home, falling deeper into your breathless ocean. You’re my anchor, my constant, my oxygen; every day, my saving grace. Beautiful love, take my heart and soul… deeper!

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Your Presence is Water!

Your presence is water. Just to know, just to be near, have my soul needing, water. Within my drought’s desert, just one glance, what’s the chance, my heart embraced within its endless dance? Its cascading reign, water sustains, within my eyes its gentle mist; my soul resuscitated by its breathless kiss. So refreshing, so filling, water so fulfilling. My well, its breadth within my heart perpetual swell, water incumbency my tears does tell; its essence of my soul requires no meaningless quell. Water falls, tears answer the call, sweetly befall. Of love’s shower the very hour my heart concedes, seeming just an island its stream. My soul laid bare on tranquil sure, your presence is water. Within flow of its depth, my heart does prep, my soul couldn’t contain so my love wept, poured of its overflowing concept. Of water so deep, perpetually its essence does seep, profoundly keeps, my soul’s breath drowning complete. No one has to know, of my soul no one needs to know, yet when my cup becomes full, like water my heart spills. Nothing else matters, my soul does rather, be swept to fathom my deepest thirst. Searching the depth my soul, I’ve found its essence nestled within the crevices of my breath’s exhale. Only one word comes to mind, only one word comes close to describing one’s heartfelt muse. Love, your presence is water, fill me again, and again!

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