By Design; The Art of Love!

On the canvas of the heart, splashes of life reveals, the colors of love!

Chains, not a figment of imagination, for so many it provokes contemplation. The objective of chains, not to keep your limbs bound, but keep your heart restrained. Your love tethered to fear, the unknown!

A heart rises from the ashes, on the wings of love. Soars like an eagle, on the breadth therein!

So many hearts, infatuated with a love, easy on the eyes. Rather, be moved by a love, that’s easy on the heart. True love, doesn’t dress to impress, but dresses for success. Lasting love, bares it all, lets intimacy see what you’re made of?

Another instalment, of by design. For those who don’t know the story, my late daughter took graphic design in college. Since, she’s not here to live her dream, I will be creating/designing graphical images, and posting them on her behalf! I hope you enjoyed them!

WCR c/o Justinea Angelina Richards

By Design; the Beauty!

These by designs, posted in remembrance of my daughter, March 9 would have been her 33rd birthday. May it inspire, may the color of love, illuminate the beauty within your heart! Happy international women’s day, to all the wonderful hearts. May every men, celebrate your worth. For without a doubt, an endearing love, radiate from within! If you wish, save a copy! Blessings!

WCR

By Design; Acoustic Love!

Love, strumming on your heart, the melody, echoing resoundingly, in your soul. Love’s symphonic rhythm, tugging on heartstrings, breathlessly like a symphony. The simplicity, the range, the breadth; limitless. Love is, like a beautiful instrumental ballad, sweetly holding you, slow dancing with your heart. Like a deep river, love’s depth drowns your sorrows, in the breathtaking bliss. A heart, lost within the sweet sound of love. Your thoughts, on anything else, but the acoustics. Music to your heart, food for your soul; that’s what love is. A heart saying; let the music play, so the feeling won’t get away. Music to my heart, food for your soul; that’s what love is. Your every heartbeat, transcending acoustically; time and space. In the leveling, the knowing, the being… content. Love, doesn’t require amplification, for there be relativization. Love, has a distinct sound, preceding the move, with a heightened clarity. Even though, a heart can sometimes play the fool. A love finely tuned, sings in harmony. The heart making ready, for the soul to reverberate, what words proclaim. Love is a song, an acoustic portrayal reframed, the expression reformed. So the story can reveal, this is my, endless love!

Hi everyone, as I mentioned a few months ago. My late daughter, took graphic design in college, but wasn’t able to pursue it fully. So, I’m going to live her dream, through my created designs, a poem to go with it, and post them in memory of her. Justinea Angelina Richards, March 9, 1990 to March 2, 2021. I was hoping to post last month, so this is the first one. Hope you enjoy it! Blessings!

WCR