Tag: Faith

A Love Story Written in the Stars!

Her soul discovers tranquility beneath the stars, wrapped in love’s gentle embrace. In the serene embrace of love’s starry gaze, her soul discovers a profound peace, a sanctuary where her heart finds its eternal peace. Amidst the quiet whispers of the universe, her soul radiates, letting her love glisten as its constant, the serenity that captivates her very essence. With every breath, every gaze, her soul is swept away by the quintessential hue of love, a warmth that seeps from the crevices of every heartfelt encounter. In the stillness of her reflection, she finds her North Star, guiding her with the reassuring twinkle of love’s promise. It’s in the quiet moments, her worries cease, in the solace of sweet peace. Love enters her quiet space, softens textured haze, enlightening her soul with the vastness of her cosmos, the shimmering breadth of love’s reign; released by her breathless exhale. Quiet contemplation, appreciating love’s endearing care. No force, no circumstance, can ever untether her soul from the gentle tugs of her heartstrings. In these cherished moments, her soul is deeply moved, resolute in its devotion, forever finding peace within love’s starry gaze!

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Imagine, What if?

Imagine a world where words resonate with your heart so deeply, it profoundly shifts your perception of love. So much so, it leaves your own words utterly speechless. When kind words reason with one’s heart, its generosity intuitively seeps, love empowering one’s soul wholeheartedly to receive; instinctively perceive its reason to be meaningful. When thoughts are provoked, one’s mind instinctually lets the breadth in one’s heart be, what ponders if a heartfelt impression. Invoking the soul’s consciousness to weigh in, if it concurs, a reasoned contemplation. The reasoning more than just sound, but profoundly defined, deep down. When we allow our heart to hear clearly, every spoken word therefore seems sincere. True love doesn’t fixated being a hero, everyday let the strength of its character be its only reason. Just imagine, what if? 

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A Love Thang!

I’m a simple man, with a complicated heart, yet from the start; if truth be told, I’ve got this thing. So serious, it makes my bell ring, my heart sing. I know how this sounds, but yet so profound; this thing tugs every string, and oh, how much joy it brings. This thing is so groovy, how its deep rhythm moves me, and every day; it deeply behoves me, to let its sway forever hold. Oh me, oh my; this is such a groovy little thing. Every time its rhythmic flow sways, my soul dances to its smooth lyrical twang; oh, what can I say, I’m just a simple man. This man doesn’t need much, just know the embrace of love’s simple touch. Me and my lady, we have a nice thang, a wonderful thang; a truly special thang, the real thang, such a deep thang!

Lady, it’s the little things, the itty bitty things; that keep my heart a loving thang. All the little things, the little sweet loving things, that show your heart’s my true love thang. Candy girl, sweet lady; woman you will always be, my one and only love thang. Lady, we will always have the thang, my everything. But, what’s a thing, if it’s not a good loving thang? Girl, you done know, my heart will forever big up your loving thang. Tapestry of love, texture of a dove, taking wings of a heart up above. There’s no feeling better than knowing, a sweet love thang!

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Your Presence is Water!

Your presence is water. Just to know, just to be near, have my soul needing, water. Within my drought’s desert, just one glance, what’s the chance, my heart embraced within its endless dance? Its cascading reign, water sustains, within my eyes its gentle mist; my soul resuscitated by its breathless kiss. So refreshing, so filling, water so fulfilling. My well, its breadth within my heart perpetual swell, water incumbency my tears does tell; its essence of my soul requires no meaningless quell. Water falls, tears answer the call, sweetly befall. Of love’s shower the very hour my heart concedes, seeming just an island its stream. My soul laid bare on tranquil sure, your presence is water. Within flow of its depth, my heart does prep, my soul couldn’t contain so my love wept, poured of its overflowing concept. Of water so deep, perpetually its essence does seep, profoundly keeps, my soul’s breath drowning complete. No one has to know, of my soul no one needs to know, yet when my cup becomes full, like water my heart spills. Nothing else matters, my soul does rather, be swept to fathom my deepest thirst. Searching the depth my soul, I’ve found its essence nestled within the crevices of my breath’s exhale. Only one word comes to mind, only one word comes close to describing one’s heartfelt muse. Love, your presence is water, fill me again, and again!

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Life’s Repositioning!

The Shift!

When a sixth gear isn’t enough, there can still be a persuasive shift. At every dawn, after every yawn, don’t ever let your heart hide, the right perspective changes the tide; take the day on another ride. One, two; buckle your shoe. Three, four; shut the door, to negative impulses. Every day, gear your love’s observation, ignite your soul’s dedication, engage your heart’s rhythmical perception; take hold of mind, and let the goodness roll. No need for pedal to the metal, or any off tempo rhythmic blues. Keep your heart on a swivel, with every shift a repositioning; heart and soul another level. A heart forever racing, the shift attaining love’s excellence, not every heartbeat chasing elusive perfection. Within every high octane well maintained spirit, shift’s sway already taken place! 

Shift’s Poetic Sway!

What if you held to the shift forever, would your heart still be able to believe your soul has another gear?

What if every shift brought a wave of emotion, would it overwhelm your perception? Would the air in your lungs be enough to engage your heartbeat to another level?

What if the shift gave your heart’s gaze better clarity; would a mere glimpse be enough to keep your hopes and dreams focused?

What if the rhythm of your heart was erratic, would every fiber of being experience an impulsive change in perspective?

What if, what if? What if your heart stopped holding its breadth; would your mind be able to comprehend moments in life, within your soul another shift, perpetual repositioning?

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Even Forever More!

From the day of my heart’s birth, my love story being shaped, the form of my forevermore. Naivety tries to tell  one’s heart, falling deep in love makes needs weak, but intuitively one’s depth of being learns; only a breathless soul fathoms the breadth of forevermore. Time after time, with the sheer strength of its will, love whispers to my soul’s stillness. Telling my every heartbeat, what rhythm it needs to catapult its belief, beyond the unknown. No other presence could ever move you by its essence, make one’s soul feel that way, heart’s every pulsation captured by its sway. Love’s kiss upon my soul, words lips could never convey. Whatever breath escapes, my soul exhales endlessly, faithfully until it breach forevermore. Love reaches, not just to meet my heart where it’s at, but stretches my mind, body, and soul beyond point of resistent, to my heart being what navigates the gravity of my love into transcendent spaces. Even, forever more!

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Encountering Deeper

When all’s stripped away, it bares your soul, leaves your heart forever exposed. Within elements, sentiment, unwavering evidence. Its convincing breadth, transcendent depth, love breathlessly moving your will, spilling of you its overflowing well. What love is, not the same as what it’s meant to become, deeper. What its essence reveals, its meaning can’t conceal, its truth never repealed. Realization my soul has come to know, my heart still perpetually needing; an encounter. Sometimes, the plan isn’t always to get so deep; yet nevertheless, place my heart needed to be. Love could never take one’s breath, encounter not significant, beyond the exhale. Love’s compelling nudge moving the heart with engaging presence. Love doesn’t bump into you seemingly, to becoming heartfelt, you pursuit it vigorously, to be deeply felt. Heart and soul, captured by its cascading stream, drowning breathless deeper it seems. In the stillness, floods the moment, love’s profound encounter!

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Wednesday Proverb; Life’s Obstacles! 

Hearts around the world, do you perpetually live off the cuff, with every meaningless gamble does the day call your bluff, your soul easily winded with every continual huff and puff? Life has many obstacles; never let them take your breath. Every heart races, the question is, what is it meaningfully chasing? A soul in haste, possibly a heart with an erratic pace; make every heartbeat count. Some days, it seems every obstacle is a hurdle; clear your heart of all the clutter, under your breath don’t let your soul mutter, rewards are not about the glitter. Life’s enduring journey’s an adventurous marathon, breathe. If the moment begs your heart to quit, never allow your mind to give in a bit; dedication requires grit. Stand your ground; victory has a distinct sound. Go the distance, to fear put up a resistance, every day embolden persistence; to not let indifference trip your heart. Moments in motion, life compelling heartfelt nation, love propels a heart beyond emotion. In it to win it, stumbles don’t disqualify. Every step forward a choice, worth unapologetic has no remorse. Love doesn’t lower expectations, no need trying to measure up to unattainable perfection. From the very start, showcase your heart. Be resolute, give love absolute. When the moment calls, kick down every proverbial barrier, to let your heart sprint to the finish line. Your soul will surely get past life’s obstacles, draped in the banner of love’s breathless sublime… every time!

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Never, Ever! 

Never, do I ever want to see the day; love’s enlightened vision loses sight, every horizon portrays its luminous light. Why should any soul give up the fight, ever let its heart not beat with all its might? Life’s ornate breadth taken in through proverbial eyes only, one’s heart never opened up wide enough to realize, intuitively love also expands the depth within one’s soul. Why we should never allow doubts to creep, from within love should organically seep. All hearts are not quintessentially deep, but never-ever underestimate how significant a role your love should play. Love painted from the heart, never tainted by an insignificant brush. Moments can make life feel rushed, awkward moments can make a soul blush; but never would the essence of love’s gentleness fail to make a grieved heart hush. True love hurts never, holds you close what-ever, deeply loves for-ever. Even, when cascading rain leaves eyes misted, even within the midst love’s persuading reign never remiss, to soothe heartfelt with its endearing kiss. Never, should anyone ever let its heart drift from a peaceful sure, unless it’s to drown breathless in love’s deepest ocean. Love is a life preserver; moreover, will never be a confidence betrayer. Though clouds loom, time still leaves room for flowers to bloom. Question is, could any heart think its soul could ever live a fulfilling life, without love being its quintessential reason; Never, Ever!

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My Sublime Gaze, Becomes You!

How can a heart’s gaze ever be fixed on love’s true beauty, if its soul isn’t keen to the depth of love, deeply moved by the breadth therein? My eyes won’t simply gaze on outward beauty, without my heart provoked all my days, love’s gaze be observant intentional forever and always. Your heart’s requirement, be also of my soul’s desire. My heart’s starry gaze, not of intergalactic muse, but the cascading gravity within love’s poetic breadth. Its captivating imagery, its breathtaking symmetry. Right from the start, every gaze became your heart; distance could never keep intwined hearts apart. Into you the see, swayed by boundless intimacy’s plea, peer deep into love’s wondrous sea. The endless gaze into love’s heart, irrevocable glimpse into my optic soul. With every glance, love’s intuitive prance, never by chance. My heart does swell, my soul submerged in love’s deepest well. Of my love, breathlessly it soars like a dove. Gaze into me wholeheartedly love does whisper, share with me your stare, take my breath with its tender smile. Observe my charm, contemplate my essence with open arms. What words fail to utter, heartfelt actions beheld will surely cover, its endearing presence does hover. Love, my heart and soul you have forevermore captured; my sublime gaze, becomes you! 

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