How can it Be, my heart protected, from the endless rain? When, my soul won’t stop pouring? We can’t, control what the future brings, change what the past has taken. Yet, what’s not today, can still Be… tomorrow. Questions, find answers. When the heart, is in the right place. The perspective, aligned with the breadth you take, and what, you allow the love within, to become? Love, will Be the only consistency. When love truly speaks, words of life, it will Be. And, when it resonates, a persuaded heart, profoundly will it become. Perpetual love, wielded outside of its peripheral sheath. Will surely penetrate, through and through. To be just, more than the rhetorical; to be, or not to be? Love, doesn’t thrust itself. In its endearing silhouette, true love unequivocal, it will Be… felt. Likened to a crimson hue, a moving expression, a humbling experience. Though chaos looms, never love unbecoming. Into the madness, it comes running. Not to save, but Be, affirming. Peace in the moment, hope for the future!

You, don’t have to be strong, in speech. Just have strength enough, so the love can become, everything it needed to be. To be, doesn’t mean with no mistakes. Just transformed, by what the heart will concede. The answer, to true love, precedes the question. Will you allow it, to be, or not be, in love forever. The breadth of love, catches the heart, when it’s falling. Holds your breath, until breathless becomes your soul. Speaking, through the innermost, from the start, you shall know the heart. Love, kept it mind, never realized; it not in-deed. An act once, needs to be an action seen, over and over. Love, not a play with words, but one’s heart, expressing its sincere characteristic. The opening up of the heart, should end as it began. A sincerely spoken soliloquy, of the love still… to be!

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An angel, her soul has wings. A heart, pure like a dove, will surely rise to the heavens. Love, graceful as a butterfly. A display, what true beauty becomes. When, love hovers breathlessly, it doesn’t drift aimlessly. Love ascends, showing other hearts, they too can take flight. Swept away, by a breathless elevation. A heart, with wings like an eagle. Spans love, expands breadth. With such depth, her love empowered; she’s like the wind, your heart is moved. Outstretched love, doesn’t swoop in to devour. On the wings of love, the pinnacle discovered. Even a rare bird, has profound wings. You don’t, have to be a Robin, to be fly. The world gets to behold, how beautifully a mother, spreads the wings of her heart. A virtuous love, the soul sings like a sparrow. Daily, like a Phoenix, passion rises from the ashes, love into a new horizons. Her wings, doesn’t have to be unique in form; just faithful, in deed. Every day, her love renewed, rising to be the wind. Her natural glow, illuminates her endearing characteristics. In the wake, the height of her heart revealed, true love is her timeless legacy. Every day, her radiant wings elevated. For, when she lifts them up, her heart will fly, and her soul will soar!

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Into words, I don’t know what, but my heart knows, the phenomenal quality. Put it into words, I don’t know why, but within my bones, the presence is felt. My soul captured, by the prevailing word; love. I don’t know when? But, I know for sure, it was a predestined encounter. The place where, love finds forever. Where breadth becomes, your soul’s confession, in a heartfelt expression. Into words, how; when the love blows the mind. Real love, has that certain moment. When the desire, transcends the feeling. When, the love becomes amazing, beautiful, from the inside out. The heart, would certainly be remised. If it didn’t wholeheartedly mention, when the love, became a wonder… to behold. Deep love, nothing less than extraordinary, distinguishable. The unfathomable depth, when the exploration takes you to that certain place, drowning breathlessly!

Profound love, has that simplistic nature, and essence. Though the why, sometimes evades the mind. The soul, will know there’s that certain… something, becoming everything. A heart in a place, where not even a single word, will adequately define, love’s deepest secrets. An indescribable love, but having certain moments. When your heart surely knows, love, sees into your soul. True love, leaves your soul with that certainty… My heart, now knows the what, the why, the when, the where. The peaceful stream, soothes. The deep river, captivates. The oceans depth, overwhelms. Love’s quintessence, I don’t know what, a heart can truly do? If living, isn’t your heart and soul, knowing it’s forever, in love’s sweet embrace!

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Love, beats passionately within my chest. Quickens my spirit, awakens my emotions. The heart of a warrior, thy love has made my soul to be. Valiantly, with thy breadth I will forever slay the darkness. With thy strength, reign in the rebellious heart. Thus, will unequivocal strike a lasting blow, to a strong willed mind. In the twilight, stand’s aloft the knight. Valiant love, steadfast with an impenetrable armor. Seen, within a graceful light. Love, gives my heart the strength, to vanquish every fear. Emboldens my quiver, so with my bow. My arrow, will thus pierce the dawn. Love, places the greatest sword in my sheath. With determination, my heart will wield it valiantly, like it was Excalibur. The Author of faith, such a love is truly King. True love, endearing like a thousand shields. In the thicket, in the thick of it, love will sacrifice. In the midst of love’s courage, anxiety doth quake. In the wake, lack won’t have the power, to plunder your soul. In every breath, remnants of a spirited love. Valiant love, hold my heart, in thy gaze. Let my stature be, clothed in confidence. Never to be dismayed, nether cower, in the middle of the fiercest battle. Thus, be unyielding, unwavering; in the pursuit to become, a victorious love. Fearless conquers, in heart of hearts. A brave soul inlaid, with a noble love. The lionhearted, a soul endowed, with grace to overcome. A heart, distinguishable wherever thou goest. Virtuous love, Valiantly will I pursue you; to be a heart like thine!

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The dreamer, and the dream. The heart awakened, with a renewed inspiration. To not let love, fade into the peripheral. The profound, the true meaning. Love’s truest expression, seen in a perfect light. Where reality is known, but the evidence never realized. Real love revealed, always be a beautiful reflection, more than superficial. Every day, we face the mirror. The look within, to be enlightened. What was, what is, what changes. So, your love can be a reflection, in life, in heart, in mind, in soul. The prism, with the lens exceeding, black and white. In the mirror, the colors of love, reflects its purest form. A splitting image, can evolve into splitting hairs, in a tainted perspective. If the ends, justifies the means. Love is an extension, not a buy product, it’s freely given. Love, never meant to be a shiny surface, but a deep impression. So the likeness resonates, being a true portrayal. A picture, with a thousand words. A mirrored love, a reciprocated demonstration, not a one sided reflection. A daily look in the mirror, refocuses the heart, beyond the imperfections. When love, needs to be a distinguishable display; for me it starts, with the man in the mirror. The innermost, brings into the light. What’s on the outside, your light will illuminate. The heart perceives, what the love concedes. It’s not show and tell, but in the image created. In the mirror, be a Reflection… of the truest love!

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The love I feel, could never be mistaken. The heart searched, the love tested. The soul proven, to be genuine. Though, the heart deeply flawed. Love covers, ten thousand imperfections. Love’s presence, fathoms depth, examines breadth. Up close and personal, the essence, takes your breath. Real love, the foremost in proving. In love, assurances are worthless. If love is bought, with promises. But the heart and soul, not sold out. If the validation, the authentication, the elation. Are not replicated daily, in undeniable truth, the worth becomes meaningless. Possessing, a heart of gold. Never allowing your heart, to become bankrupt. Giving what may be seen in the light, as a Counterfeit Love!

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