Tag: Encouragement

Knock on Would!

When, love proves to your soul its true meaning, no heart, should ever instinctively knock Would. When, its enlightened breadth deepens your understanding, no knock off version of love, Would, ever be enough to sway a heart’s fundamental beliefs. So many hearts, carve their love in hopes and dreams, not realizing, the Would, becomes a symbolism, the act not becoming a euphemism. The commitment needs to be, to the love growing deeper, forever etched upon the depth of your soul? What will flourish profoundly, stands the test of time, proving, deep love will transcend time, and space. A heart, colliding with Would, never becomes love losing balance, but only spilling the essence of its beauty. Would, in of itself hollow, when its core intent has no inherent content, giving it context. Just, like how love resonates, Would, needs to echo verbatim, with its resounding tapestry. Rat-a-tat, why, must the dog chase the cat? A heart, never confident of its deepest breath, until the posture of its soul, exhales love’s heartfelt truth. That Would, by itself could never build love’s foundational bridge, if never tethered to something substantial. One’s inclination, just a feeling if not acted upon, the Would, having the potential, but the heart not willing to act. An expression of hope, Would, never accomplish anything, without faith empowering its purpose. A heart’s resilience, could never have the strength to knock down barriers, without it having the will that Would, make a tangible impression. Love, unapologetically pure, intentionally rooted, never a heart needing to, knock on Would!

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Heart to Pen!

Now, doesn’t change the course of then. Love flowed then, but now the ink bleeds deeply; from heart to pen. Words could never be lost, for when love pricks one’s heart, inked words spill, baring innermost of one’s soul. The pages of one’s life, depth of one’s love, cascade to form textured chapters of a love story. What’s consequential, overwritten by moments inconsequential. Love composed, never embarrassed by what its heart-felt pen composes. By design, the tapestry of one’s heart, instrumental in revealing the imagery of one’s soul, the love mosaically imprinting. Deep love, doesn’t draw meaningless lines, even its most subtle portrayal, an intrinsic silhouette of the heart’s aura. Words penned meaningful, not inkling of a heart typical, exposed through love reciprocal. Consisting, consistent, naturally refined consistency; inking heart and soul. Penning thoughts, journaling one’s lived experience, texturizing the heart’s quintessential hue. Love moves, the soul it proves, but the heart it behoves; seep inked. For now, doesn’t change the course of then. Love flowing even then, now bleeds profusely, from heart to pen!

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Love, the Gravity!

Within its profound breadth, its gravity known, the heart breathless in its sublime, the soul speechless in its boundless rhapsody. Which heart can comprehend, the complexity of its deep breathlessness, the vast nature of love’s beauty? What soul can explain, how so profoundly it moves you to tears, then soothe your fears? How it touches you so deeply, to utterly take your breath? Who can boldly claim, they know how its presence lingers, in the still of the moment? Can anyone’s words articulate, how it weighs tenderly on one’s thoughts, then go rest gently on the heart, only to stir your soul? What heart can describe, how at one moment it leaves you gasping for air, but yet at the very same time, be the air you breathe? The magnitude of its gravity, consequential essence of character, the soul’s quintessential reprieve. Every heart, needs to understand the significance of its power, the sustaining substance of its existence. It’s not enough, for one’s soul to know its miraculous wonder, yet one’s heart not be provoked by the depth of its deepest meaning. The gravity, the prevailing breath that’s not just felt, but perceived, be wholeheartedly believed; meaningful. Hearts willing, what makes it transformative, souls tethered, makes it revolutionary. A love that shines like the sun, glistens like the stars. Reflective like that of the moonlight, hovering breathlessly within the stillness. Transcending the fabric of time, and space. Not even distance, changes the trajectory of its vantage point, alter the gravity of its destiny; to be!

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Motivation’s Journey; the Clarity!

With one more breath, with one more step, one more day; clarity reveals itself, to the heart’s understanding. Journey to clarity, encountering the clarity of love’s zenith. Seeing how love doesn’t peak, it evolves. Evokes  joy in chaos, invokes peace in the madness. Even, within moments of tainted peripheral, love’s shines its celestial hue. Promises, sometimes let you down, but clarity through the lens of love, the heart holds no ill feelings. Love, likened to a rock, on which one’s faith can stand, clarity to see beyond the moment, embrace love’s horizon. Anchor hopes, tether dreams. No heart, could ever reach love’s pinnacle, without conceding to its sublime wonder. Its highest point, the point where one’s heart won’t allow its clarity to unveil. Love, doesn’t hold one’s breath, but takes it to an enlightened state. Clarity, interjecting the beauty of its ornate breadth, the heart taken to heights unknown. Love’s journey, one’s soul seeing with a renewed perspective. Knowing the only way to get there, what the heart must go through. Love’s enlightenment paving the way, clarity becoming its heartfelt sway!

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Wednesday Proverb; Consider Love!

With every encounter, give thought, how every brush against someone’s heart, how it paints a portrait of your soul. Consider it joy, that with every textured graze, love seeps to make the moment enlightened. Think it beautiful, seeing how love’s nature unfold, does it capture the heart with a breathless hold? Contemplate every decision, so the application of words leaves an engaged heart at ease. Consider the lilies, how its fragrance incentivizes the heart’s awareness. Search your heart when considering, from within will love seep, revealing the undeniable hue of its essence. Bear in mind, one’s heart is a mirrored reflection of one’s character. So therefore, be mindful of actions, they speak revealing the content of one’s soul, give context to the love texturized within. Every day, position your heart, where its posture can easily be repositioned, if needed. Whenever, to the heart lines seem blurred, the mind thinks why ponder, what provokes? Listen, to wisdom’s small still voice, it will always say; in all you, consider love!

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Family, We Are!

Unconditional love, reveals itself in the best of times, even in the worst of times, especially in times of need; for we are. It doesn’t matter, if our hearts are the nearest, if love given the dearest. We, could never be people divided, if hearts connected, souls living in harmony. Prospering together, united forever, heartfelt humanity. As brothers, as sisters, as kindred spirits; sharing our hearts, our hopes, our love story being our bond, to infinity and beyond. Family, not about eyes wide open to see, but one’s heart, not closed off to perceive, letting the heart receive. True love, never needs a reason to be, just the desire to cleave. Heirs, and joint heirs, hearts giving the best of. Differences, doesn’t make our perception unique, it just makes our perspective indicative, of who we are deep down. Family, lift each other up, stand in the gap, to be a pillar of strength, hence. Sheath tolerance, and love will surely wield expectance. “If pricked, shall not one’s heart bleed? If tickled, shall one’s soul, not laugh out loud?” Live long and prosper, together; not a figment of science fiction, but love’s noble quest, where togetherness boldly goes!

Family; people, or group of peoples, regarded as deriving from a common race; human. An extended hand, is a heart, extended!

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Frugal Heart!

I have a frugal heart, but my love never cheap, it reaps because it sows. Love is an investment, to my sweet lady, give it generously; no wasted days, wasted nights. Cherish the love we have, cherish the life we live. Love is the truest wealth, my frugal heart has it in abundance, and I’m, saving all my love for you, a heart in need. Pennies a day, penny lover, my love won’t cost a thing; penny for my thoughts, your love has so enriched my soul. Oh, if I can be so bold, no change is needed. If truth be told, you’ve given so much love to this frugal heart of mine. Excess love, my frugal love is, the entire sum that affords my heart and soul. My heart, would surely have no worth, if all the riches in the world were what caused my soul to be bankrupt. My frugal love, would never cost any heart a dime, or be eclipsed by time. My heart, frugal for one inherent reason, my love would be enough, available always. Many hearts, spend so much energy chasing after things, that when the time comes their love is spent, their heart was never frugal. A frugal heart, never careless with its words, or its provision. Love seeps, so not to overwhelm with the breadth of its portion. Love’s doesn’t deprive, it derives from its frugalness, found within the beauty of its bounty!

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Wednesday Proverb; Love’s Forte!

Courage to become, strength to be, resides within the depth of love’s wheelhouse. A heart’s resilience, not derived from knowing how to exist, but every heartbeat knowing how to thrive. Valiant love, draws mightily from its quiver, wielding confidently from the sheath of thy heart, to slay one’s fears. One’s heart and soul, doesn’t need an impenetrable armor to withstand. Just an unyielding confidence, to stand thy ground, in the face of adversity. Arrows drawn, will thus pierce the fabric of one’s mind, but never reaches the heart of one’s fortified beliefs. Overcoming slings and things, undergirded by the breadth of your soul’s forte. A heart, excels not by its ability, but the essence of its inevitability. The most vulnerable part of what cuts deep, not what leaves you wounded, but the thrust of what penetrates your beliefs the deepest. Having, the fortitude to keep your forte intact, compelling one’s soul to take heart, when circumstances test your soul’s resolve, the echoes of its vigor resounding. Hopes and dreams, encounter the right perception not by chance, but of an intentional understanding, acquiring the right perspective. Deep love, intuitive hilt to the tip of its sphere, its brilliance revealing the beauty of its totality; love’s forte! 

“For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, mutual affection; and to mutual affection, love. For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.” ‭‭2 Peter‬ ‭1‬:‭5‬-‭8‬ ‭NIV‬‬ – Feb 5, 2025 

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Humorous Muse; Heart and the String!

Some hearts assume, a man deep in love doesn’t relish the moments, his better half tugs his heartstrings like a breathless cello, hello. Making some needlessly presume, she’s behind the scenes pulling his strings. Oh, but here’s the thing, a devoted man inherently, loves his significant other becoming a trusted composer, his heart forever being her muse. A heart with no strings, love not tethered to anything, echoing the depth of love’s heartfelt thing. Words having such a harmonious ring, till death I do, tether my string. And so, it’s never a bother; rather, a secure man feels elated, knowing her love cares enough to want, to strum his heart like no other. As for me and my heart, for four decades the same woman has been tugging my strings. Sometimes, as men software can lag, and insecure men just want to brag and boast. How their love is the most, and another would never be allowed to pull their string. But tell me, what joy does it bring, if a heart’s violin didn’t have strings? You see, every man needs to know, her love is so instrumental, for years to make his soul’s acoustics sing. Men, the symphonic rhythm of her love, orchestrates the conditions, to be swayed by our love’s rendition. A woman, would gladly give up all the bling, to know, for her your heart still has a thing. No heart, desires a puppet on a string; have the genuine love thang, with the most beautiful southern twang. Heart on a string, it’s absolutely a thing; love pulls you in, ask of you to lean in. And even, when words Sting, like a bee, or the man with the legendary music thing; “Fields of Gold.” Wherewith, promises are never made lightly, of heartstrings strung together, finding the common thing is this. Be hearts bound by three stranded string, what makes the love thing become a stronger cling. Sharing is caring, but baring is daring, to put your soul on the line; Heart, and String!

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It’s Impression!

What do you call a feeling, pressed tenderly up against your heart, but yet, felt deep within the crevices of your soul? How do you depict an essence, so profound it alters your perception forever? What do you call something, that collides with your heart deeply, without leaving a chasm in the depth of your soul? Is there a word, given to an encounter so impactful, its mark is left etched on your heart? Its ink, revealing from the pours of your soul, its tattooed hue. What perspective do you give to moments, its existence neither space nor time can erase? Is there a significance you give to something, which utterly leaves your heart exposed, to bare your soul? What do you say about something, you know that its presence lingers, and certain its breadth hovers? What price renders the significance, of a thing that poetically draws… you into its portrait, that causes a rosy frame of reference to bloom breathlessly, and its ability to give a heart wings to soar? What term does one’s soul use to convey, a heartfelt sense of being, an intuitive sense of needing? In its representation, even broken things are made beautiful. A broken heart, whole nevertheless. Rose petals laid bare of its stem, still just as sweet. Butterflies within its cocoon state, will confidently find its wings. What name do you give to the thing, that transcends? You call it, Love, the beautiful impression, left imprinted on the heart!

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