In every heart, therein lies a story. A heart, can get exposed. When the love within, bares the soul. The look away, from love; a heart will miss the takeaway. In love, act once, will negate the second scene. Love, needs to be intimately seen. A man of thought, is a heart, thoughtful; considerate to always remember. Love, not just about a feeling, but being a man of action. A heart known, breathlessly seen standing, in the gap. A heart of a warrior, a soul reckless; breaking down all barriers. They say, life’s what you make of it. But, I say; life’s what, you profoundly make it become. People say, “beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.” But, when it boils down to it, and if truth is told. We tend to see, life through our own rosy colored lens. Forgetting, life’s but a breath. A journey, an adventure in the making. If, we choose to adventure out, of what’s comfortable. To let your heart, embrace the precious moments. We have to, seized the day; take every stolen moments captive. To be, or not to be. A heart, forever arrested. A soul, no longer living, enslaved to passing fears. But chained, to the independence. A heart, not letting the unconditional love… be a daunting mystery. The love not becoming, a heart hiding; within a mysterious cloaking device… fear. But free, to cast a wide net, that shows what the love is worth. A heart, crosses a defining line. When, the love becomes defined. A heart connection, doesn’t mean perfection. The love language, becomes understood. Not, when words are said; but, when the heart is heard. The mysteries of love, not following this, or following that; but follow your heart. It shouldn’t be a mystery, when it’s time; to give the best of your heart. Spy out the land, but take every thought captive. Avoid, a bad report; someone else’s fear. Then, the mysterious truth will be known. How a heart and soul, found forever… in love!
Every day, let your heart cast off. Let your soul set sail, your heart sail away. When the day, feels like an ocean blue. Let your traveling soul, find solace in an Oasis. A mind being blown, the fresh wind graciously giving, a breathless calm. A heart, taken by each wave of love. The increasing, the never fleeting; with every breathtaking encounter. The lilly in the valley, giving the heart words, that gently frolics through the two-lips. Beneath the surface, the water bubbles; taking away what troubles. A deep river, overflowing into an ocean. Stream of love, seeping into every crevice. Producing, a lovely spring in the heart. A soul, finding that peaceful state. A heart knowing, there will always be a refuge, in every horizon. Where, the love is lush; fertile to told, ever growing for the heart to take hold. Heaps of love, lavished on the soul; to keep the fire blazing. Out of the belly, a deep river flows, with poetic eMotion. Love, in the crevices of the moon. Nestled, in the breadth of the crimson. Clustered, breathtakingly in each star-light. Living, in the depth. An ocean is found, a stream is felt, my silent river is heard. My faith, my hopes, my dreams, my forever, in my Oasis!
The blessed assurance, in the face of every adversity. A heart resting, against the breadth of God’s love, will find peace. For when, the struggle becomes real. Every battle, seeming the most fiercest. The foe, and the fight one in the same. The battlefield becomes the mind, giving the heart and soul the place, to wrestle with the day. But, how heartfelt is it to know. Life, is not knowing how breathe. Just, know to live… with hope. One hundred billion breaths, will be just a test. If, every whisper of love; will take you by the heart? Draw you closer, to His heart, and lost within the breadth? Living water, all my life, you’ve been so faithful. How, can a soul truly find peace? How, does a heart get through the rain, without You? For, there’s no greater bliss; than truly knowing this. In times of refreshing, an Oasis, can surely be found. What seems a rival, or that persistent nemesis. Just know, every downfall, can turn into an uprising. Your soul, rising up. In the face of lack, in the face of weakness, the face of negativity. When, the night blinds the way. A shining light, will enlighten the heart; which path to take. To let your soul find rest, in the Oasis!
Love, you are my shepherd. You make my soul, lie down in greenest pastures. Beside the still waters, to be a restful soul. Down, the path of righteousness, forever will be in your heart. Yea, though I walk through valley’s. Shadows, will never give the heart cause to fear. For You, are with me. A rod, to help vanquish the doubts. The staff, to give the heart something to lean on. You prepare a table, in your presence; my cup runs over. Surely, goodness and mercy, follow me. All the days, and all my life. You have dwelt with me, an Oasis; for the heart, and soul!
How, can love ever be understood; when it’s like cracking a code. Love, not meant to be coded, but written in plain sight. It, should stop at nothing; getting to the bottom, of the heart. Find the true key, to what works. It’s not, meant to be converted; into what’s perverted. Show, all the possibilities. A heart wide open, to what become the wonder. True love, meant to be discerned. So, the love can be perceived, endless. Real love, will never need an interpreter. When it doesn’t get lost, in the translation. An action word, forever on the tip of your heart. To be, or not to be; will never be in question. Love, should be gentle to the soul; easy on the heart. Love, shouldn’t be a decryption task; just a heart unmasked. Yes, love might break the heart. But was never meant, to shatter your confidence, in finding true love. Deciphered, forever devoted, never undisputed. Riddle me this. Be quick, this; don’t let your heart miss. If roses are red, and violets are blue? Does, your heart blush red; whenever love, brushes up against your soul? Or, does your heart turn blue? Because you, can only decipher the color of love; through, a tainted rose colored lens?
A soul, will never find the truest answer, to what needs to be solved? If the heart, always questioning the resolve… within. Comprehend, should never be confused, with Compromise. You may not, know the love language. But in your heart, it should be settled within. Forever in love, will be the reason, through every season. How, can light shed a problem? If the heart, rather live in the shade? Love, can’t exist in the gray areas. Love’s a color, crimson the deepest. There’s no fathom, without depth. There’s no see, without finding an ocean. A heart, needs clarity. To help the soul, extrapolate the true sense… within love. Love, should never be predicated. On the What, but the Who? Not what, the other heart can do for you? But who, you need to become? So, the love can always be on display. In love, sometimes; we don’t always grasp, the true reality. Though, we wrestle with the understanding, therein lies the meaning. When, the heart finds the truth; the soul, will untangle the worth. The soul, can’t truly sort out; in love, or not in love. Until the heart’s first willing, to be forever sold out. Give love, every breath. Embedded, in the truth; profoundly, love becomes the proof. Facial expressions, will never be able to Decipher. What’s in, a heart’s true confession!
Passionate, Faithfulness; two true heavyweights. They, might seem in the same weight class. Spoiler alert, one will emerge greater, than the other. Both, have stand alone power… in their own right. But together, the combination will be epic. Both, know how to press in, and accept the challenge. Never backing down, when the day calls your heart out. So, deliver a heartfelt moment, worth remembering. The heart and soul, both getting a ringside seat. Watch a-bout, how they intend to square off. Passion, for short, has a deep desire. Give chase, pursue the prize, with vim and vigor. The downside, to Passion? Becoming easily distracted, by a wayward heart. Faith will never be, a short-handed approach to Faithfulness. Faith, needs to be the substance. That Will, produce the evidence… Pound for pound, the strongest muscle in the body; the heart. Passionately, a heart will step to the podium. But the soul, tells a heart. You have enough faith, to fight through every adversity. One, looks to take center stage, have the top billing. The other, looking to take the stand. With hard work, and dedication; be the greatest. Some days, the battlefield is the mind. Going toe to toe, with the heart. But, when love prevails. The stand, becomes shoulder to shoulder. So the outcome will be, heart to heart!
Even, in a knock down, dragged out… encounter. Passion, will surely rise to the occasion. With a Passionate, bob and weave routine. Forgetting, true Faithfulness, doesn’t waver. When push, and shove collides. Faithfulness, will always counter with the right… extension of love. With, no pun intended, just love extended. Without feeling the need, to brag, or boast. Passionate, feeling it, eagerly comes out swinging. But Passion, without the right follow-through; doesn’t produce the intended desire. Faithfulness, not into perpetually; keeping your guard up. It’s a-bout, knowing; Someone’s in your corner. With encouragement, love, and devotion. A heart dependable, remaining true. Regardless, of any extenuating circumstances. To be, or not to be? A Passionate heart, with a Faithfulness soul? Strong in feeling, but drawing strength. From what you believe, to be your unwavering truth. Being Passionate, shows a heart with promise, likened to lionhearted. But, without the right stamina, found in a faithful heart. Even, the best intentions, lacks the steadfast zeal. Why, when Faithfulness delivers. Passionate… feelings, takes a step back. Refocuses, never feeling; it’s time to throw in the towel. A mind undecided, becomes a heart, double visioned. A heart, needs to be intentionally trained. To allow the soul, to have what it needs. The fierce confidence, to fight the good fight. The right demonstration, will make comPassion favorable. To rank higher, on the disregarded scorecard!
When the day, seems like the fight of your life. The feeling like body blows, a heart feeling in tatters. When, your back’s against the ropes. Dig, deep into your repertoire. Let hope become the rope, that will always have your back. Life, best fought with a surrendered heart. Passionate moments, sometimes fade. But, for every committed moment; Faithfulness, never show fatigue. Having a strong faith, requires the heart be consistently in practice. So, it won’t be stunned, by an unexpected jab. Breathing, sometimes optional. Most days, you have to gather up your pride, and put it back in your heart. Then tell life,“is that all you have… to offer?” I am Passionate, my Faithfulness, will become undisputed. Passion, in heart the woven fabric. But Faith, needs to be the thread. Sometimes, the day won’t let you catch your breath. It can hit below the belt, bringing you to your knees. Take the moment, to give your soul right clarity. With a gut check, let the heart decide. Will it be, a Passionate stance, displaying a graceful heart? Or will the moment, let Faithfulness display, how to stick and move? Sick to your faith, and Move… with renewed momentum. Wordplay, will never be smack talk. When you’re Passionate, about setting up, the right hook. So, let your Passion, be a heart forever guarded, with grace. So your Faithfulness, will emerge showcasing, the victor’s crown. Say won’t, or could never be. Faithfulness, will surely prove you wrong!
Strike up the band, prick my heart. For thee, my soul will take a forever stand. Sound the trumpet, let the love blow my mind. Tug on my heart, make it your stringed instrument. To your heart, tether my soul; three strands strong. A soul, tuned to the breadth of your love. Let the anthem resound, until my soul resonates… the truest love. Let it be, heard loud and clear. In my heart and soul, your love will be a sympathy, an angelic hymn. Playing within my soul, the greatest love song. For a heart set free, triumphant in thee. Beat the drum, let the love beat out of my chest. Call my heart, into thy love, rapture my soul. So, I can hide, myself forever in thee. Thy love, has plucked my soul. In your love, no repercussion will ever be found. Just, the sweetest melody; holding me close. The orchestrater, of my love symphony. A love, likened to a musical, with a lyrical sound. A heart draped, textured within a crimson love. Becoming so instrumental, for the taking of every breath. In every season, in every stage of life. May the resonation, be you’re my first love. A heart, singing thy hymn. A soul, dancing a breathless dance. As Your love, dances with my heart. The poetry in motion, with a poetic love. Descriptive, becomes every breadth of love. In heart, in mind, in body, in soul. To be a life well lived, it’s with specificity. Love, in its simplicity. That will change not, just forever will be. A Symphony, A Hymn!
Suddenly, as if you knew my heart; needed to behold, how amazing, your love appears. When the day, tries to make hope disappear. Love makes it becomes, it’s fear no longer seen. In a heart, that needs to know the breadth of love. When, words can’t be found. So my heart can explain, how the love is moving. How you see it, but yet can’t find it. The words, to say; it’s Magical. How your love, so early takes the breath. You will know it, to leave no doubt. The love, has moved… your heart again. All your soul can say, don’t it again. The magic, would be unbelievable. If my heart didn’t know, the love has a tell. In the stillness, the moment becomes, another breath- taken. Love, the word truly unparalleled. When there’s no strings attached, but for the heart. Love becomes the spell-bound, tethered to the soul profoundly. How beautifully delightful, to see all the ways. Your love can Magically remove, stress from everyday life. A love, with the power to be called, Super, Natural. A heart, being in a place. To know that it’s not with eyes, love becomes Magical. But with the heart, you believe in what, can only be perceived. How amazing, and phenomenal; the taking of every breath. A heart, fixed in a gaze. As captivated becomes the days. A soul amazed, that such a love. Would want to show, a heart, how glorious it is. To know the awe, and see the extraordinary wonder. In the Magical embrace, that seems too good, but so very true. The love is Magical, yes; but the excellence divine. A love, that will be mind-blowing. Only if and when, your heart believes. The beauty becomes truly known, first embracing in the Accept.ance. True Love, will never try to deceive, but fabulously reveal. The true difference, not letting the heart be distracted. With a love that vanished, in a breath; likened as magic. When the soul needed to know, a heart mesmerizing. With a love, meant to be beautifully seen, as Magical!
May the day find your heart well, may it be inspired to be swell. Though the night fall, there’s a light. Love, bares the name! If you wish, save a copy! Blessings!
I want you to know, I will be strong for you. In the stillness, in the quiet; in the moment. It doesn’t matter, what the circumstance looks like. Raindrops on your rosy, if you just need me, to lean on. The way, my heart sees it. When you’re hurting, you will never have to hurt alone. Give the best, be a friend. BFF, (Be Faithful, Forever). If, your faith is running low? My heart, will never lose faith in you. Even, when the night is the darkest, and the day seems the longest. Even if no one cares, I do. Even if no one dares, I will; stand with you. I will be there, to help wade through the water. Undistracted, if the moment becomes a flood. I will, swim through the deepest river with you. I will, run towards you. To stand, right beside you. And run, the race along side you. Nothing, will ever be able to move my heart, except love. If you, can’t throw your hands up, I can. Lift them, to the one, who holds tomorrow. If the moment is Hiding, trying to not be seen. The attempt, will be a heart found. For in the Seeking, God; will surely meet us where we’re at. Me standing, for both of us believing for it; answered prayers. Even what, might seem impossible. And even, if the blessing tarries; I Stand, with You!
“The Lord bless you, and keep you. May the Lord make His face to shine upon you, be gracious to you. May the Lord lift His countenance upon you, and give you His peace!” Numbers 6:24-26 ESV
In the silence, in the midst of the peace; breadth forever found. Breathless, what becomes more, than just a feeling; but what’s truly important. The ear may not hear, but the heart will surely know; the moment love speaks. When, in every breath of the heart, love bares its name. Love, will never come to preach; love comes to teach. In the depth, of the quietest space. Unmolested, love lives, flourishes, and thrives. A heart moving breathlessly, what becomes the feat. When breadth, becomes the spell bound, and breath becomes a heart; living in the deeper meaning. Love, in the pure glory, and the profound truth. Amidst all the silence, the true voice of love is heard; resoundingly. Unbeknownst, doesn’t mean unannounced. Love harkens, to every beckoning heart. A soul can feel, what another struggles to fathom. The breadth of love, whispers in the night. A heart knowing, a soul perceiving; love is worth a heart believing. Even at rest, though absence of speech; love’s never diminished. For love will bare, whatever a soul needs bared. In the quiet, in the midst of the stillness. True love, becomes the spoken word. Uunderneath every breath, through every breath, in every breath. The words that matters, With, Every, Breath, Love, You; Truly. Trying, to utter anything else. A heart and soul, might as well keep silent. Distractions, block a heart from hearing, even in the quiet moments!
Having an open mind, doesn’t stop you from being; a heart closed off. It’s crazy, to believe thoughts and feelings. Are all love needs, for love to thrive. You can know love, but not understand. Though you have understanding, tone deaf can still be the perception. A heart, will not be absent of the deeper meaning. When every whisper of love, breaks through the deafening silence. To be still, and know; how love helps fight every battle. In the crevices of love, in the clefts of the rock. Where, I find my confidence, and securely anchor my heart. Even though, tomorrow’s not promised; this promise true. Your love I will find, when Your heart I truly seek. There’s no place, for a heart to hide. In the quiet, love hovers. You can run, when falling is what you fear. The light of love will find you, it waits in the shadows. You can never outrun your destiny, for you and it; are heading towards the same direction. You don’t need to know, if tomorrow will be a lovely day. Only, what kind of love, is willing to meet you there. So hearts, shh; don’t hold on to every breath. In the quiet, take a moment to listen. For when love, begins to profoundly speak!
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