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Resilience: Heart of a Champion

Life can sometimes come at you hard and fierce, making your heart think it’s in the fight of its life. So many of us have learned the art of a fighter, bob and weave. Pretend our soul floats like a graceful butterfly, all while trying to avoid its sting. Only to have life knock you down, taunt you with its subtle whisper; throw in the towel, I’m the greatest. But show life it’s profoundly underestimating your resilience, you know how to hold your own… heart, and rise up with fire in your soul. Sure, life may not allow you to catch your breath, some days; breathing seems optional. When out of nowhere, with a sucker punch, life knocks you to your knees. Your heart absolutely stunned, shook; life could mistake being on your knees as a sign of weakness. That’s where you find your most resolute strength, within the arms of your savior; who says, I’m in your corner, life isn’t going to defeat you, today. Get back in the fight, and tell life, is that all you’ve got? You’ve come at me with your best, put my heart to the test, but I’m still standing. Knowing how to take a punch, and still keep moving forward; the heart of a champion. Jab, jab, stick and move, bob and weave; show life, your heart and soul is in it to win it. Even if a low blow rocks your core, don’t abandon your values. Do a gut check, and vigorously contend for your peace of mind. Sometimes, all you need is a change in your heart’s perspective to know. Your soul isn’t in it to attain a meaningless title, your heart’s quest is acquiring an undisputed character. Life exists to be a worthy opponent, but it can’t defeat a heart who has learned its simple truth; life’s past triumphs don’t determine future victories, hope reinvigorates faith to overcome. Life best fought, with a surrendered heart!

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You Are, My Forevermore! 

You introduce the sunlight to the moonlight. You are a bright light, a twinkling starlight, shimmering within the twilight. You are my gravity, the weightlessness within my heart. You are the wind swaying my soul, you are my wings; making my confidence soar, like a lion my worth roar. You are the ocean, making my silent river deep. You are the depth, fathoming my deepest breadth. You are my every breath, my heart, my soul. You are the interpreter of my silence, advocate for my soul; you are the voice within me. At my best you see, at my worst you know; into me you deeply see, I need you. Intimacy alone doesn’t move you, my heart’s posture what proves you are. My well, of what my story tells, the words I write. You are the rhyme, every day; my reason, my breathless horizon. My forevermore, Love, You Are!

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Love’s Artistry: its Divine Work of Art

Has love’s sublime palette, painted your heart in its breathtaking masterpiece? Deeply textured, though flawed in its nature, heart and soul knowing love’s endearing canvas, creates such a beautiful portrait, masterfully coloring outside the lines. The enriched essence of love’s beauty, crafting a stunning artwork, through the lens of its artistic heart-work. Love’s heart-shaped palette, its pigmented characteristics layered profoundly; one’s soul brushed with the depth of love’s natural earth tones. Blend of its warmth, its complexities, composed in its deep rich tapestry. Love’s breathless hue, one’s soul painted with the ornate breadth of God’s most breathtaking design; one’s heart dipped in the artistry of love’s graphical wonder. Its presence commanding such an inspiring tonal; soft tones, vivid imagery. Abstract colors enhancing the feel, the touch, the quality; love’s picturesque persuasion, framed!

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Imagine, What if?

Imagine a world where words resonate with your heart so deeply, it profoundly shifts your perception of love. So much so, it leaves your own words utterly speechless. When kind words reason with one’s heart, its generosity intuitively seeps, love empowering one’s soul wholeheartedly to receive; instinctively perceive its reason to be meaningful. When thoughts are provoked, one’s mind instinctually lets the breadth in one’s heart be, what ponders if a heartfelt impression. Invoking the soul’s consciousness to weigh in, if it concurs, a reasoned contemplation. The reasoning more than just sound, but profoundly defined, deep down. When we allow our heart to hear clearly, every spoken word therefore seems sincere. True love doesn’t fixated being a hero, everyday let the strength of its character be its only reason. Just imagine, what if? 

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A Love Thang!

I’m a simple man, with a complicated heart, yet from the start; if truth be told, I’ve got this thing. So serious, it makes my bell ring, my heart sing. I know how this sounds, but yet so profound; this thing tugs every string, and oh, how much joy it brings. This thing is so groovy, how its deep rhythm moves me, and every day; it deeply behoves me, to let its sway forever hold. Oh me, oh my; this is such a groovy little thing. Every time its rhythmic flow sways, my soul dances to its smooth lyrical twang; oh, what can I say, I’m just a simple man. This man doesn’t need much, just know the embrace of love’s simple touch. Me and my lady, we have a nice thang, a wonderful thang; a truly special thang, the real thang, such a deep thang!

Lady, it’s the little things, the itty bitty things; that keep my heart a loving thang. All the little things, the little sweet loving things, that show your heart’s my true love thang. Candy girl, sweet lady; woman you will always be, my one and only love thang. Lady, we will always have the thang, my everything. But, what’s a thing, if it’s not a good loving thang? Girl, you done know, my heart will forever big up your loving thang. Tapestry of love, texture of a dove, taking wings of a heart up above. There’s no feeling better than knowing, a sweet love thang!

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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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Life’s Repositioning!

The Shift!

When a sixth gear isn’t enough, there can still be a persuasive shift. At every dawn, after every yawn, don’t ever let your heart hide, the right perspective changes the tide; take the day on another ride. One, two; buckle your shoe. Three, four; shut the door, to negative impulses. Every day, gear your love’s observation, ignite your soul’s dedication, engage your heart’s rhythmical perception; take hold of mind, and let the goodness roll. No need for pedal to the metal, or any off tempo rhythmic blues. Keep your heart on a swivel, with every shift a repositioning; heart and soul another level. A heart forever racing, the shift attaining love’s excellence, not every heartbeat chasing elusive perfection. Within every high octane well maintained spirit, shift’s sway already taken place! 

Shift’s Poetic Sway!

What if you held to the shift forever, would your heart still be able to believe your soul has another gear?

What if every shift brought a wave of emotion, would it overwhelm your perception? Would the air in your lungs be enough to engage your heartbeat to another level?

What if the shift gave your heart’s gaze better clarity; would a mere glimpse be enough to keep your hopes and dreams focused?

What if the rhythm of your heart was erratic, would every fiber of being experience an impulsive change in perspective?

What if, what if? What if your heart stopped holding its breadth; would your mind be able to comprehend moments in life, within your soul another shift, perpetual repositioning?

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