Even, with just a little bit of love in your heart, one’s soul paints the portrait of love’s tapestry, exposing the beauty of its colorful hues. Frame by frame, what heart could ever resist being a picture within a picture, love’s work of art? When, love captures the essence of a soul, it’s a heart exposed, a canvas of love’s masterpiece, a portrayal of its artistry. Though, the texture of a heart is not flawless, in its imperfect perfections. Breathtaking becomes its ambiance, its nuances, breadth of its simplicity; by design. Within the right light, love’s totality is revealed; through the lens of its vivacious hue!
Some nights, dreams are of love’s beauty, of fairy tale’s bliss. Oh, but this, a tale about real love, a song in the night. Soul laid bare, heart swaddled gently, lying in the warmth of love’s embrace. Oh, but in the soul’s haste, it nudged the heart hoping to get a taste. Of what not soul wants to waste, the sweetness of love’s lullaby. The highs and lows, life comes with many woes, but when love draws its bow. Whoa, the soul awakened to find its heart, cradled in its might. The soul holding tight, as the heart sways breathlessly, to love’s song. New heights, never the fight, cloud nine so divine, leaving worries behind. In the midst of sweet dreams, love is made of these. So, even if the path takes the heart to valleys low, the soul would able to navigate past shadows. The ones, that want to leave the heart feeling hollow, making it easier to hear fear’s bellow; but love’s song, so so mellow. One’s heart, with a note in its tone, rest assured knowing; love song will again be reprised, its soundtrack in the night. That will again, make the soul take flight, soaring with angelic wings, as the heart sings. Love’s song, humming throughout the night. A cry in the nighttime, a heart’s sigh in the daytime. Love’s simple melody, allowing the soul a comfortable rest, even if it’s the heart’s most darkest moments. It matters not, how dark the night becomes, the heartstrings love strums, releasing its sum. Love is a lamp onto, light upon the breadth, of illuminated sight. Breathlessness of love’s song, long used to soothe, the restlessness in one’s soul. Giving the heart a reason, to know that in every season. Misty moments, sweet melodies, droplets of heaven’s dew; remnants, of love’s song in the night!
When, your heart seems lost in the fog of life’s journey. Don’t, let your soul retreat into the shadows, shine bright your benevolent light. A life lived well, doesn’t live it through the lens of the peripheral, fearing the unknown. A vibrant soul, a heart living whole, basking beautifully in hope’s enlightened perspective. That not even the sun, moon, stars, can outshine the inner glow, of one’s innate spirit. A soul illuminated with confidence, repels life’s darkest moments, to enlighten one’s destiny. Every breath, taken with purpose, every step taken intentionally. One’s soul, may be so focused, that one’s heart misses its future, through the fog. An enlightened heart, guides its mind, body and soul, through the fog of love’s journey!
Thankfulness, its humility evident, within a grateful heart. A heart deeply thankful, for its health, its strength. One’s appreciative soul, its perspective through the lens of a cognitive source. Thankfulness, embraces the significant little truths, knowing there’s nothing insignificant, about the life choices we choose. Allowing our souls an opportunity, to give thanks for the little things, and the joy it brings. What tugs the heartstrings, makes the heart sing. Moments of peace, happiness, that resides deep within every breath you take. What the heart can’t fake, what problematic moments can’t shake. What behooves, what moves, what makes the soul groove. Swayed by the roof over your head, the heart snuggles in a warm bed. Knowing there’s food on the table, making your soul able, to thrive, not just survive. Thankfulness humbles, when circumstances say, it’s okay to grumble. Not realizing, that’s how indifference tumbles, down that proverbial slippery slope. But, that’s the difference with gratefulness, at your lowest, hope meets you there. Where, it reveals the heart, exposes your soul, realigning your posture. Becoming a heart, never letting its soul take anything for granted. Some paths we choose, sometimes we lose… heart, but the journey will inevitably be, a moment to always give thanks, in everything!
*** Here in Canada, we celebrate our thanksgiving in October, and for all my American friends, celebrating thanksgiving in November; Give Thanks… Always!
No heart, could exist a lifetime, without experiencing love’s birth, without one’s soul be, impacted by its rebirth. There inevitably will be, a time, a moment, within its sphere of influence. It TOUCHES the soul, even if the heart’s evasive. It invades the mind, love’s not intimidated, with food for thought. It’s not a passionless fruit, it goes straight to the root, being its muse, it’s a hoot. Love captivates the soul, it’s just that bold. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but eventually, it’s a renewed mind, it’s called a change of heart. Love, doesn’t put the cart before the horse. We, all have those proverbial rough days, that cascade into a tough year, they’re called seasons. Nights in tears, learning to fight your fears, the journey to be, unapologetically free. With every breath, one’s heart is on the cusp of having, its soul enlightened by the nuances of love’s deepest breadth. Love, doesn’t let you fall off the edge, but lets its strength be the wedge, keeping hopelessness at bay. Hey, am I talking to you? You better believe, my heart too has felt the rain, but every tomorrow, love is my sunshine that reigns; I let it be. Its saving grace will be, filled with love to be, giving you the confidence that you will be… TOUCHED, deeply!
Love, when my thoughts become wild and indifferent, rein in my mind. When, my heart races to be right, but loosing sight, that every pursuit needs to still be love making every heartbeat skip, rein in my heart. When, comforting words seems misplaced, my soul struggling to render love’s most endearing expression, reign in my soul. Whenever, life’s problems are out of my control, but the real struggle, keeping emotions from building up passionless barriers, reign in my life. If, my words ever become insensitive and tasteless, trying to preach but not to teach… me. That love as just a verb, without elements of its healing herb, leaves a bad taste, rein in my words. In a position of change, not the same as a position of influence, love’s reign being its confidence. The moment one’s heart realizes, storms don’t come to drown one’s soul, but to test resolve, embolden one’s spirit, to perceive beyond the peripheral. One’s life finds meaningful solace, in knowing words won’t overcome, what the heart needs to let reign. Love’s rein empowers, what the gravity of every encounter needs to become, its heartfelt reign!
It doesn’t matter, how many breaths it takes to breathe, take a deep breath. It doesn’t matter, how many attempts it takes for your faith to believe, trust the process. It doesn’t matter, how many times your hope loses its balance. Dust off your heart, so your soul can rise from the ashes. It doesn’t matter, how many times your dreams hit a wall. Don’t fall for the lie, that daydreams are inconsequential. Optimism’s creed, a consistent mindset, quintessential indeed. When, a heart arrives at a place, where love emboldens its innermost? A heart and soul will profoundly say, hello hopes, hello dreams, hello faith, hello peace, hello joy, hello strength; Love, come on in, to my horizon. The moment, your heart is opened up to see, love’s breadth resides within, what your soul needs know; I Am, free!
Love’s Letters, to a heart’s story!
Hello, heart, can I ask you this, do you hear it, the constant knocking? It’s me, Love, at the door of your heart. Waiting, for you to let me in; into your hopes, into your dreams, into all what love seems. When your soul says hello, my whisper echoes, let my triumph be. The poetry in your eMotion, the motion in your motivation. When you were a child, back before life took the innocence. Love, made you smile, held you close, made you believe, with love in your heart, you could do anything; you, had me at hello. But then life, all its woes, the unsavory does. Tic tac toe, two steps forward… hello. When, life takes its toll, I Am, willing to deliver these letters; L.O.V.E, to your battle scarred soul, your heart as a whole. To let it cover you, from life’s reign. Love is never typical, its reciprocal, hello. What, should every heart know about love, it comes knocking, to give you its peace, its joy, its strength; just say, hello!
Remember the day, lest we forget, war is never the answer. The 11th day, of the 11th month 1918; a moment in time, etched within the chronicles of history. Lives put on pause, to fight for love’s cause, because. The objective, a moment to be reflective, love is intuitive. Its might, break bars, heals scars, near and far. Lets never forget, conflicted with indifference, will never make a difference. Love restrained, what does it gain, if we’re left with a lifetime of pain? There’s no sunshine, when tears rain. Like a proverbial umbrella, love gives the heart sight, how to cover you with its might, for your soul it fights. Lest we forget, love is the ultimate sacrifice. Never looking to become a hero, just step up into its calling; honor the fallen, be a help to those in need, indeed. Stand firm, hold your position, and see… Battles are not won, being swift or strong, but whose love will endure, lest we forget!
A Love Story! 
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