Tag: Faith

Song Inspired; Woo, Woo, Woo!

Love should be, always and forever, all the heart believes, what the soul perceives, what it deserves to be. In heat of the moment, love cover, with things said and done. That should never mean, love fails to be, anything but what it was meant to be; its endless woo, woo, woo. A heart, could never justify, what the mind thinks love should be. It’s just a fact, real love isn’t anything wanted, but everything needed. Love, doesn’t wrap you around its finger, but wraps itself around you, raptures you with its presence. Not holding back, what the heart feels, but gives you of its needs, what will surely please. Fortified love, shed colors of crimson hues. Rhetorical as it seems, deep love isn’t anything less, than significant to be. Your love fortifying me, my love fortifying you. It doesn’t deny, but says, come to me. “Let me put my arms around you, this was meant to be.” Can my love pursue you, you, woo. Can it woo, woo, you; anytime, anywhere? One thing is for sure, something so good, should never be denied, ever be defied, just defined. Love’s beautiful flower, releases in you its desired bloom. The essence of its song, captivating you with its allure, swaying your heart deeply. Purified love, fortifies mind, body, soul, a heart whole, holistic love its innermost. So, in the height of your troubles, in the depth of your struggles. Anxiety running deep, seeming too much; hush. Let, love prove to you its worth, how it pulls you through. With its intended purpose known, it’s wooing you!

“You Should Be Mine (The Woo Woo Song)” is a 1986 song by Jeffrey Osborne, from the album Emotional. It was his biggest hit single, reaching #13 on the top 💯 Billboard chart.

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Droplets!

Droplets, that drenches the heart, drowns the soul. Awakening life’s moments, with the sound of morning melodies. Droplets of heaven’s dew, resting breathlessly on the morning’s hue, precipitated breadth of dawn’s moistened excess. Droplets of love’s purity, of its clarity, of its divine fluidity. Overflowing, overwhelming, life’s complacent levees. Rainy days, misty moments, seeping from within, droplets of hope, of dreams. And, for those hearts loving wide open, a soul bared unfettered. Knowing more than this, lies beyond the mist. Living, out one’s ornate purpose, ones spirit basking in the tenor of, love’s beautiful reign!

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Vowed!

Solemnly, vow deepens breadth of time, moments a heart never lets slip, through the transparency of hour’s glass. In to me it sees, out of actions it knows, commitment will make it my solemn truth. Deeply, vowed depth transcends. Not space, nor time can eclipse what’s at hand. The sublime significance of its kind, the soul so inclined, to never relinquish heartfelt moments in time. Profoundly, love’s assurance, never says there won’t be stumbles, the unintended fumble, the occasional grumble, days with deep within rumbles, souls needing to be fed. Beyond falling, in love; love’s endearing momentum should always, make the butterflies tumble. Sincerely, the moment the pledge is given, love states clearly, but the heart still needs to act. Letting it be known, it’s not a one-off encounter, but pledge of one’s heart, a lifetime of love’s endless glimpses. A racing heart stopped, with a gaze into one’s soul. Avowed love, meaningless if not true, pointless if not enacted. Two hearts momentous journey, to their one heartbeat’s forevermore!

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Art of Becoming…

Art of Becoming…

The art of becoming, paints the soul in love’s self portrait, the heart’s beauty being one with its innermost. The process of coming into one’s self, the nature of one’s concession, the understanding that one’s worth, doesn’t exclude one’s soul. In the beginning, it’s first learning how to become, then how to be. How to let the progression of time, be some of our most profound breath-taking moments. Art of becoming, happens in stages, in acts performed, actions swaying heart and mind, becoming expressions of love’s meaningful soliloquy. Overcoming, part of living out, the tapestry of life’s artistry, what love inevitably becomes, purposeful. In the art of becoming, sway leaves in its wake a legacy, that ripple the sands of time, what the heart had a hand in. Being something, nothing tangible, if the love portrayed, hasn’t truly become everything, substantive. Becoming, turns into what it’s meant to be, transformative. It doesn’t have to be a work of art, to become a genuine portrayal. Having the it factor, love enacted intentionally, never inactive. The truest love, resides in deep places. Even brokenhearted, love’s resilience is unfathomable. What it needs to be, what one’s soul needs it to become. Within a heart well textured, versed in the art of becoming, love’s wholistic imagery!

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Confetti’s Hue!

If, rose petals laid bare, scented with love’s sweet crimson hue, be likened to colorful butterflies, fluttering one’s heart like confetti, moving to the innermost? Would it feel like pops of color, organic strips of joy’s allure, painting a portrait of love, enhanced by the breadth of its charm? What if, brightly colored bits of love, pierced through the veil of indifference, would its perception be changed? Love’s celebratory triumph, in its wondrous expression, breathless streams of its hues. Its festive nature, shedding the narrative, love on its own could never shift, the state one’s point of view? ish like tones, never indicative of love’s intrinsic characteristics. When life falls apart, broken moments don’t define, what its nuances empower, worth that can’t be denied. Bottled up feelings, releasing bursts of emotion, but with love in the air. Become moments in life, enriched by love’s innate ability, the aspects of its fertility. Droplets of its essence, its beautiful hue cascading, like confetti!

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By Design; Wings of A Feather!

Metamorphosed Bloom

The breadth of life, metamorphosed stages, lived one day at a time. A heart blossoming like a beautiful flower, a soul chasing butterflies, to know a lifetime of freedom, basking in love’s unapologetic hue!

Rise Above it All

Wings of a feather, never lets its heart rely on whether, to forecast its true potential. Cast your burdens, conquer your mountains, and see how your wings will flourish. When, your soul knows how to rise above it all, your heart will shine its reason, thrive in every season!

Eagles Wings

Soar, let your soul take flight like an eagle. Set the height, then let your heart set its sights. Fix your gaze, not on the haze, but your glorious ascension; to new heights, to infinity and beyond. A heart, will never get to the place where its to be in life, until the soul knows its place, in love’s higher calling!

* By design, a collaboration of my daughter’s spirit, and my heart. A legacy in the making, love’s breadth by design! Hope you all enjoy my latest designs, blessings!

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Life’s a Journey; Stay the Course!

Many rivers we cross, the heart wading through the water, holding back the flood. Life’s a journey, never walked alone. The moment we’re born, the heart takes its first breath, the soul exhales, the journey begins. The dependency, finding life’s complexity, the breadth of its destiny. Love helps guide the way, helps keep negativity at bay. The journey, baby steps, until every step becomes, the journey of a lifetime. A journey to excite, take your soul to new heights. And if, it doesn’t happen just right, soar with all your might. To be a conqueror of mountains, daily refreshing your heart’s frame of reference, within the depth of love’s endless fountain. To slay your Goliath, it takes boldness of heart to face, fear of the unknown. Courage to overcome, emboldened by hope’s capacity to dream, beyond what’s inevitable. Your life’s journey, a story written on the heart, captured to fulfill blank pages. The good, the bad, ugly moments lurking in the shadows of the past. But, with every gentle nudge, resolve compels the heart to stay the course, never give up. Until your journey’s reason, has fulfilled its purpose. Perhaps, just maybe, someone else’s doubts, was encouraged to follow the light, emanating from your life’s journey!

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The Difference between, Complete and Finished!

No English dictionary, has ever been able to adequately explain to my heart, the difference between a complete woman, and a man not finished loving her. When you meet a woman’s heart, it’s not about love at first sight, but how to treat her right. Holding her love tight, close with all your might. Her beauty, oh, it would behoove you, men. To never become complacent, with woo, woo, woo, who she is inside, her quintessence. Smart, loving, funny; her sweetness is honey. Sweet lady, won’t you be my, love of a lifetime. I’ve searched the depth of my soul, the search is over. You are, my completeness, I’ve found my here and now, my endless love. Your charm captures, in your arms love raptures. Will your love arrest me, if words confessed, plans to steal your heart, again and again. A thousand years, but another day of the soul searching the heart, for its buried treasure. The love, that still persuades of its completeness, of its breathless phenomenon. And even though, the heart’s flaws are prevalent, love inside still evident, its relevancy of completion; Complete, but never Finished. Love is, its action does. The heart knowing always, forever, love is not abstract, but conceptually present. To adequately explain the difference, between a complete woman, and being the man that will never be finished, loving her!

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Flowery Heart!

Love blooming naturally, reveals the sole purpose of its design. Become a beautiful display, its intrinsic nature. Sun flowered hue, pollinated by love’s ornate breadth. The purity of its quintessence, the essence of its meaning; its truth told, its stories to behold. Of scented lily in valleys, whistling willows in meadows, telling the secrets of love’s never ending journey. The whispering sounds of daisies, lullabies of flowered tulips, hummingbirds singing life’s chorus. Of love’s breathless allure, its gentle beauty never overstated. Evidence of its presence, the splendor of its existence. Love’s flowery tone, its blissful persona, that leaves you with its imagination. Moving you with its quiet contemplation, benevolence of love’s wonder. Its actions planted with tenderness, moments of growth, becoming acts of kindness. Love, blossoming effortlessly, showing of its true colors, the fragrance of its might. A soul in a place, where words don’t have to be spoken, for love to be heartfelt. A flowery heart, full of the love’s textured, gives of itself, its inherent fullness!

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