Dear heart, let me in, to stand with you, stand up for your worth. Like a flower, will sway you gently, capture your heart breathless. My presence is, but my essence what springs up, to let your soul perceive, the texture of my fragrance. Won’t, you receive it, concede there’s endless nuances, within the breadth of my endearing hue. Dearest soul, won’t you allow me, to make your heart whole. Let the depth of my light, illuminate your innermost, reveal that I am, etched deep in the pages of your existence. Let me be, the enlightenment to your soul’s constellation; reaching deep into every heartfelt contemplation. In me, in thee, freedom. No pretense, why pretend; I am, a friend. Deep in the trenches, your needs I attend. I will, unshackle your soul, be free indeed. Even, if you don’t choose to acknowledge it, I will profoundly be. Your tenderness, your intimacy, your devotion, your passion, your desire, your yearning, your warmth, your affection, your compassion, your friendship, your kindness, your sympathy; the deepest part of your being. For, I Am… Love, let me in, to be!
“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.” Let Me in! Revelation 3:20 NIV
*** This post, inspired by another’s heart, “the lounge chair podcast, Ep 152!” ***
Mommy, to my little heart, your love feels so divine, in my soul so sublime. Softly, tenderly, your love beats my little drum, like a lullaby your heart hums. When my love grows nice and strong, because of you, it will be my heart’s song. You give me the faith to believe, I crawl to know someday; on your love I can stand. And when, my faith questions if I can, your love reassures me. It will always be there, to lend a hand. Your love seeps, it keeps, worry free my worth sleeps. Mama, thank you, for letting my soul feel consoled; curled up within your love. Lying on its strength, hearing a heartbeat’s ballad, love beating through your big beautiful soul. Through, the lens of a baby’s heart, your love is my world, regardless of what my needs may hurl. Mom, you are my protector, my love whisperer, indeed. Just know, when my little heart’s grown, and seeming light years away. Deep inside my soul I know, if my heart feels broken. Your arms are always open, for my soul to run into. Your heartstrings, forever holding on to me. Please know, even when, my love goes through a faze, it’s just a haze; hurting you, in heartfelt ways. Your faithful love, it keeps my faith intact; to profoundly believe, in love’s maternal gaze. You see me, you get me; my every goo, speaks to you. Mummy, whenever, tears blurred my vision, fear make some decisions, your love was never missing. Even when, I choose not to listen; within life’s hush, your voice rings through, your loving still whispers. Mother, may I, take your love to have and to hold; wedded forever my heart and soul. It’s the dearest, your heart the fairest. It gives me faith to believe, give me the resolve to trust; within your love I’ve found rest. Even if, hopes and dreams are fading, your heart is ever shining, in a love worth finding. Teach my heart, preach to my worth, breach the depth of my soul, until your love reaches the place only it alone can fathom. You give life, you are love. It makes my soul so Happy, to know every day; my heart you will be. It’s so sweet, to trust your heart; feel the breadth of your love, resting deeply upon my soul!
*** Happy Mother’s Day, to all the wonderful mothers! May your heart be forever known, for all the love shown! ***
How fortunate, be a soul so moved, by love’s favorable daze. A heart in a place, its breadth swayed, your soul amazed in such a way. Where you see How, subtly love captures one’s gaze, and understanding Why, it breaks through the haze. How, in its magnificent way, it cradles the heart, and Why; new life is breathed into a soul, just going through the motions, of a daunting faze. A heart and soul elated, knowing love’s magnificence doesn’t rely on a soul’s maturity; to propel a heart into its destiny, with confidence. What’s only perceived, with a fundamental shift to the perspective of one’s How; becoming a precipitous encounter, with Why? How, the perception of one’s soul is changed, knowing; the grace in one’s life, positions one’s heart to do something amazing, within someone else’s life. Both hearts, left in awe, not wondering the How, but Why; does Grace, love so deeply?
Live strong, live longing, live to be, intentional with your heart. And if, fear comes to steal your joy, tell it with confidence. I won’t be coy, to let you think my heart’s a toy. Love focused, being, loving the best way you know how. To the unknown, never cow, to indecision never bow; love shows intentionally how. Laugh out loud, chuckle at indifference, trying to get your resolve to buckle. Pressure, without measure, faith that stands tall in every whether. Laugh long, live true; it will keep your love accountable. Love, just a symbol, could never be intentionally nimble. To love deeply, live purposefully, laugh spontaneously. True loving, an intentional lifestyle, living a heartfelt freestyle; knowing, laughing never goes out of style. Only, enhances how the heart loves, how the soul lives. How all together, it influences heart and soul, to benefit someone else’s life!
We all, in our lives face mountains, but yet, in the midst of, Ever-rest; triumphant’s bliss, love’s endearing kiss. Love’s symphony, hope’s rhapsody. So, sound the trumpet, strike up the band, love plucks the soul out of obscurity; strums the heart with its compassion, with love’s celestial hand. Prick, thy heart with love, lest thy soul forget, from com-passion comes thy passion. Take a stand, in between the gap. Tether heart and soul, three stranded strong, love’s foundation the third prong. Let, the nature of its Anthem sound, the breadth of its essence resound. The heights of love’s ever-rest, found within the nuances of its beauty. In every season, in every stage of life. May love’s resonation become, your heart, finding its voice, your soul knowing its worth; its poetic constellation. Overwhelmed, by mountainous terrains, to be, or not to be? That’s not the question, but what’s within the midst of the see. Perspective matters, triumph doesn’t leave one’s perception in tatters. A heart and soul, anchor secure within its ever-rest, conquer the unknown. Sometimes, strength to climb eludes, but within every heartfelt revelation, the childlike faith to crawl. Until, you are able to stand, on the pinnacle of your resilience. Broadened horizon, an elevated presumption; what other mountain, will the right heart posture triumph over? Ever-rest’s encounter, the soul elevated from love’s vantage point. One’s heart emboldened, to wade through the water, climb every mountain, with grace to overcome!
Giving away, pieces of my heart, would never leave my soul empty, would never make my love less than. My heart, finds not its strength, in countless pieces of contemplation, but the quintessence that yields my soul’s breathless thesis. My heart, has found love’s excellence, not in seeking illusive perfection, but allowing my imperfections to be, the catalyst, that builds wholeness with the pieces of our brokenness. Trust broken, in of itself full of so much potential. In that moment, time and space; where, the will to not let it shatter your worth. An opportunity, to give away another piece of your heart, to love’s embrace. Knowing, in heart of hearts, love makes there be nothing missing, nothing broken; the way of love’s resilience, the sway of its brilliance. I’ve found, the posture of one’s soul, reveals the position of one’s heart. Heart and soul, secure in love’s holistic nature, the nuances of its artistic ambiance, love’s vibrant display of its most selfless portrait. Pieces of one’s heart, essence of its innermost. Love, likened to fine art, that of aesthetic artwork, pieces of one’s soul laid bare, within love’s beautiful light. Finding it within, to relinquish pieces of self? One’s soul, giving away pieces of its heart, reveals the purest kind of love. That never let its worth seem unintended, meaningless… Pieces!
Irrevocably yours, within my soul and that of my heart, of love deeply true. For I, within my heart of hearts, know love could never be pure, if not love irrevocable. Vow I have vowed, not of just words, but of my heart’s posture. Soul’s absolute pledge to be of love, death could never part. Destiny is, destiny does, irrevocably transcend; time, space. Picturesque love, not just poetic art, work’s of love’s unalterable stance. Like of the wind’s might, my heart is irrevocably taken. My soul has flight, expanding my mind’s sight. Love’s breathless encounter, mind, heart, soul; altered irrevocably. Faithful love does, for faithful love is, unapologetically intentional. Truth of love’s essence, in me deeply embedded, my deepest love emboldened to be, tangibly felt, unshakably committed. Therefore, how could my heart be irrevocably blue, dipped in love’s crimson hue? Love’s inalienable breadth, of one’s soul attainable, its beauty of one’s heart, irrevocably available. My heart’s soliloquy, of what my soul utters, of what perpetual ink spills, my dearest love, irrevocable!
The Tag: A soul, producing heartfelt prose, a heart releasing its symbiotic film. Layers of the heart’s innermost, revealing the soul’s cinematic story!
The Plot: Sometimes, in life our soul can feel trapped; a heart under fire, feeling no one has your back. But, make up within heart of hearts, your resilience will never give in, will never surrender to fear of the unknown. The battles our soul faces, build character, the fears our heart slays, strengthen confidence, emboldening our resolve. Beyond every horizon, faith abounds, found within hope’s renown!
A eMotion Picture:
When, the day won’t let your heart be, soul struggling to breathe. The breathless moments, the battles that leave a heart feeling vulnerable, truth be told. When, indifference tries to blindside your soul’s resolve, ambushed your hopes, plot against your daydreams. Your soul, caught within the crossfire of needs, your heart facing an insurgent of wants. Your heart and soul, deep within the trenches of life, battling on-slot of emotions. Heart and mind conflicted, anxiety, being vindictive. Love, doing its best to reign, but oh, the illusive nature of tear’s diabolical rain. Grace under fire, wayward thoughts scheming with stress; to abandon core beliefs. The heart, cleaving to one’s hopefulness, prudence will prevail. The battle for mind, body, soul; the struggle that rises with the dawn. Mind asking the heart, do you have the strength to endure, fighting for the health of your soul. Words pierced deeply, a bleeding heart, overwhelmed by the incoming. If, love has the final say; it’s a triumphant heart, wielding an endearing outlook!
Battle scars, never defines the soul’s resilience, exposed, never indicative of a heart losing, just tested; vested. If ever, night becomes the heart’s daunting foe, relinquish to it woes, watch as into the abyss it goes. A barrage of lies, deeply wounded do pry, but will never penetrate, armor of a guarded heart. Though, deep in the pit, seeming like hell. Yell if you must, just don’t cuss. On the cusp, of a soul well knowing thus; always the darkest, before the dawn. While, serving honorably, no need to cover up your flaws. Every heart, at some point must, give an account for its soul’s decision; stood for principles, abandoned just beliefs? During the heat of the moment, a faithful heart endures, trusting the process. Whenever, life drops a bomb, aimed at devastating your beliefs. Even, a heart in tatters, clinging to strands of confidence, its soul unshakable. A soul, finds its greatest reprieve, in knowing its profoundest worth. The encounters, deepening the heart’s preservation. Virtue of its courage, while yet under fire!
This post, inspired by an American war drama film, released in 1996; courage under fire, starring Denzel Washington, and Meg Ryan. I haven’t watched it in years, but have seen it a few times, to remember the plot. It came to mind yesterday, and thus a peak into my heart. Hope you enjoyed it, and if you haven’t seen the movie, check it out, it’s worth watching!
It compels! So deeply compelling, but my heart so willing, of what it demands of my soul. Even, when my mind’s convinced, rebellion the way to justification; my heart, compels wayward emotions. Walk this way, talk this way; be compelled by its sway. What’s a heart to do, when it compels your soul to be still, but yet still, moves your heart, compellingly? Why yell, when it makes your heart swell? Atoms of its cell, flow so deep like a well, being its concede the tell; I’m compelled. Putting up resistance, become complaisant, not I; comply shall I, its advocate bright eyed. Why, my soul, would never know its profound, my heart not open to its renown; of its verb and its noun. Its truth so well meaning, its beauty so acutely compelling. Of its breadth taking, its depth giving; glimpses of its nature. When, you feel you’ve lost your way, searches the heart. Meets you in the struggle, meet you in your darkest hour. Meets your soul at the place, where it compels you to know your worth. It sees you, fills you, whispers into the stillness of your soul. So compellingly, you willingly let it gently, take you by the heart. Oh, sometimes from eyes, water rains, but in heart of hearts, God reigns. And thus, oh how Love must, be what propels, to be compelled!
Breadth, can’t be held, but like that of love, be fundamentally grasped, completely embraced. Titanium, like that of love’s quintessential depth, strength encompasses profoundly; its width not withstanding. Sound, intuitively does surround, amplified resounds; like true love, its veracity no bounds. Circumstance, acts circumspect, never dampened due time’s relevance. Compass of action, never circumscribes to meaningless words or deeds. Love, withholding nothing, encapsulation needs of its encompassing characteristics. Sometimes, rain does falls, hedging your heart with its reign, its drench yet unknown. But, when love’s reign befalls, will encompasse your soul, pour into the heart whole. With the hedge of preservation, will contain watered tears. Giving hearts courage to persevere, within waterfall’s reign. Immersed, heart and soul thee wed, to have and to hold. Ringed, what its tether brings, what all encompassed love beholds. Enveloped, lettered instance revealing, enclosed essence inked. What comprise, what gives rise, what edifies wise. What every thoughts know, what every word convey; the encompassed breath of one’s heart, of one’s soul!
A Love Story! 
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