A heart, living in a place. Where love transcends, the breadth defends. A soul, resting in the deep. Not to save, the fleeting breath. But to know, every breath held. The heart, tethered to the lifeline. Pulling you in the deep, to know breathless living. The soul, immersed in the depth. A search of the heart, with a meaningful dive. Into the ocean, gives love a deeper meaning. The heart can’t fathom, what the soul was meant to experience. The endless, the continual, the essence. Sink or swim, will never be the question. When submerged, becomes the only answer. A heart, swept by the crimson tide. The soul, fathoming what will the heart find, in a love so beautiful. May the proverbial, not be a love over the head problem. But the soul, immersed even deeper, due to the heart condition. In the tossing, in the turning of heart and soul. Air you breathe, but in love, you live. The evidence, what gives my confidence. The breadth of love speaks, when listening is not in the shallows. Don’t let the heart, slip into a slumber, without knowing this. Deep into the bliss, where you find love is forever… lived in the depth. The heart, crashing against the tide. Held by the gentle waves, in every eMotion. Every whisper, holding you with the sweeping melody. Standing on the shore, will never let the heart know for sure, how deep the love. Every day, love has to take the heart back to the place, where the soul is found… drowning. My fear, drowned within the deepest love. Over my head, in the depth. In the presence, of a love so deep, losing your breath. All the heart needs to do, hold the breadth, and wait… to exhale!
Have you ever, wished you could turn back clock, change the sands of time? It was but a moment, life’s cloaked in fleeting vapors. Losing your breath, sometimes bitter, sometimes so sweet. Love, took my breath, on the wings of an angle. So many times, I wanted to pick up the phone. Tell you, I don’t have to miss you, won’t try to hold on to the years. I will, always keep you close. Your love is forever, in our heart. I will cry, but will never shed a tear. I will keep it, bottled up. Just let the overflow, run through my silent river. Then poured, deeper. Your heart be loved, with each breath taken. Though, the soul journeys home. Your love, has reserved a special place, next to my heart. I lost a breath, but your love helps me find it. In life, the heart chases dreams. We need not forget, in searching; find the true meaning, to life. Knowing a love, profound with meaning. Diamonds in the hand, not a treasure the heart can hold. You can’t say, you have a diamond. If the love, doesn’t shine through it. You can have riches, but without love. What do you have, to call your priceless treasure? In this world, everybody searches for peace. The only place to find it, within the heart. The greatest gift, life can truly give. Having a love, that meant something. One, you can look back on, see if the love touched? If the breadth, was deeply held; the love, found in the deepest place? The most precious treasure, needs to be kept safe. Not with lock, with love this the key. It’s profoundly better, when on display. My baby girl, unlocked a well guarded place!
You ask for words, but speechless become the heart. You can ask the waves, why swept away? But, before knowing the answer, emotions another flood. You ask the tree, how deep the roots? For life, begins under ground. You can ask the grave, don’t take your breath. But tears, how the ground feels the reign. Strong hope, breaks what comes to chain. I wish, I didn’t have to write this. But, I’m thankful; my heart gets to say this. Remembering, will not out weigh this. We have history, love the story. The good days, not weighed by a bad day. The heart goes on, one day at a time, love gets you through it. Thank You, for letting us know your heart. Distance, won’t overcome the miles. Love’s a journey, the road knows the destination. But it’s the chosen path, that holds the true destiny. Even now, love puts a face, to what makes the heart smile. That’s, the power of love. My advise, to every heart. Always remember, to tell that special person; You’re Loved. Leaving, not a kiss to say goodbye. But a moment to say, our love will meet again. Love felt, a heart touched, by one with a special love. The breath taken, someone reached in; held it forever. It doesn’t matter, when time finds forever. When I lay me down, this my heart will know. In the wake, my soul will find love, waiting… to take my breath. Why, I’m saving all my love. All the love, you’ve given. My love, is your love… breathing, still!
* For the last three years in August, I’ve picked one of Whitney Houston’s songs, to be a Song Inspired. This year, because of my own daughters passing in March 2021. One week before her 31st birthday, which I wrote about back then. We got passed COVID, only for our hearts to be blindsided, with something else. This post, was written with her in mind. It will also be dedicated anyone, who has also lost a loved one recently! This song, was released in 1998. Hope, it blessed your heart?
Love, a heart with a particular kind. Not, the flavor of the week. But, favor shared indeed, to a heart in need. Love, is a shining light, radiating with a heavenly glow. A little bit of favor, a recipe to surely make, what was baked in. Seeing the moment made, someone feel lighthearted. From a kind word, that took away the bitter taste. Set the table, be the light, with the right ambiance. Let the love be literal, not just seen in the peripheral. Show, how much love has history. Yesterday’s love, left a lasting taste. The breadth preserved, lingering in the heart for days. The blessings today, the season tomorrow. To show, love is the savored reason. Why, love won’t be worth its salt. Until it’s seen, in the best light. A heart deserving to see, how your love shines. Vibrant, with the color of love. Let the mood, be lighted. Giving love the room, to become enlightened. To be a lamp, is to give light. To make light, when the day; doesn’t seem so bright. Love illuminates, but it’s the heart that beams. Love, will help to ignite, a hidden passion. Every heart, is filled with substance, to let the love be substantial. Added, with a fresh amount of spice. The essence of your character, will be love rising up, like the sun. A heart shining, the beautiful light. Love, showcasing how much vigor, is displayed through the zest. Hearts are influenced, minds are changed, lives are impacted. When shown love, that has Salt, and Light!
Love, water in a wasteland. The silence stirred, a heart chased by a breathless river. Love refreshing the soul, the overflow; in bottled up emotion. Joy, found in the raging storm. The soul being cradled, every breath held. A heart, a thousand breaths. Captured, trying to find the height. The measure, of the length. The drowning, found in the depth. The breadth, I held it; but it slipped away. I lost it, my breath. My heart, desperately I searched, find my forever. The love, my soul found it; holding every breath. Every gasp, another breath-taken. The love expanded, the heart inhaled. But my soul, waited, to exhale. The Love lavished, with a crimson hue. The broadness, a heart stretched, by the breadth. When, the heart becomes a desert, the love becomes the ocean. Whispers in the wind, breaking through the silence. Giving wings the breadth, to soar into forever. A soul, caught up in the rapture… of love. The breadth, we have history. Yesterday’s love, will be what has passed. Today, tomorrow will again be the taking. The breadth, in my lungs. Breathlessly telling, another love story!
A heart, with wings like a butterfly; chasing dreams. The soul, feeling the wind, soaring on the breadth. Every daze, becomes another gaze… into the bliss. The heart, rising with another dawn; captivated by another Day-to-Dream. The vision, the realization; the breath -taking. Hope spreading, the butterflies chased… away the doubts. Vulnerabilities, not deterred by shadows. In every horizon, dreams are revealed. Chase the raging river, your insecurities. Will surely yield, to every relentless pursuit. Though the water flows, let love be the ocean. Fathom the depth, know the deeper meaning. A dream, needs your soul to be still. So your heart can be comforted, by a song in the night. Through, every contemplative imagination. Truth is found, so the love can sustain. Follow your heart, pursue your dreams… into the dawn. Hopes, dreams. You have to get beyond the ponder, to behold the wonder. Dreams soar, setting your sights in the heavens, not to the stars. Beyond sight, to the unseen. A desire, becomes the dream. Thrusted into reality, by the created design. The manifested beauty, what the heart will treasure. Chasing, Dreams!
Here, and Now. I give my heart, give you my everything; my Endless Love. All My Life, my soul prayed; for a love like yours. To have, to hold; you, will always be my heart. The love song, in a symphony. Every heartbeat, playing a sweet rhythmic melody; A love so beautiful. Every breath, breathed out in harmonic unison. A heart knowing, how to sing a love ballad; The Greatest Love of All. “B” sharp, noted never letting it be about falling. But being, in love, Always, and Forever. The love being, a Total Eclipse of the Heart. Love is Forever, even though some days; the heart wants to groove, to a brand new funk. A little ditty, will help to tell the tale. A heart with a verse, writing another love song. Open Arms, needs an open heart. For a love ballad, to resonate with a poetic hue. My heart is moved, by a love soul proven. Love, You Are the Reason; for the breadth within my lungs. You’re the Inspiration, to profoundly wanting to be, a heart changed. Do What You do, leave me breathless. Love, tell it to my heart. How, am I Supposed to Live without You? My, every breath you take. The beauty to feel, the love to hold; the presence, by my side. Nothing, can Change this Love. Every lyric, will be original. A heart, being forever swayed; feeling how steady the beat. A traditional ballad, will never be this heart and soul, singing a typical love song. When, I’ve come to the end of myself. It won’t be, Hello; love, is it me you’re looking for? Not the Kiss, and Say Goodbye. On the Wings of Love, how every breath finds forever. Love, there you can find my soul. Caught up in the Rapture, of You!
The Poem:
Wonderful, precious as a treasure. Love redeems, through a beautiful exchange. When more than, food for thought. But, how deeply the embrace. Love rescues the souls, counsels the heart, whispers words of affirmation. Comforts, gently take your breath. Love is meant to be the hideaway, to place your insecurities. To find offered hope, whenever the heart feels. Its hopelessly lost, the way to find, a meaningful love story. Love is faithful, to be a source for healing. Graceful, even in the dimmest light. When there’s a hunger, the thirst becomes a heart full. Love, food for the soul!
My heart, runs to You. Though the days are short, the night seems long. Your love, what moves my soul. A heart, captured by a spell-bound; love, wrapped in a crimson hue. Even when, the thinking becomes a stumble, the path of another fall. The rain, the heart, the cry; another run… to you. Love is a river, with waves of emotions. A feeling of exhausting, eclipses by a heart knowing. You have to make love, the relentless pursuit. To drown in the depth of the sea, you have to chase the butterflies. Hold the breadth, to be a heart swept away, by the crimson tide. That’s forever compelling, deeply propelling. A heart energized, a soul breathing in the enlightenment. Love is the wind, beneath your wings. That makes you rise up, to soar even higher. So, whenever you fall, love will always be the comfort. Keeping you, from a heart broken, with a shattered faith… in love. You chase after love, despite all of life’s obstacles. Every day, you lace up my heart. Sprint into the arms of love, let it take your breath. The beautiful journey, the marathon through the years. Telling you, it’s finished. You’ve found the heart, you have the love, and peace… within the embrace. Giving you the desire, to do it again, and again. The heart and soul, with the Need, Run to You!
My friends, may your heart know; your soul take hold, see, touch, and feel. The quiet beauty, found in the true breadth of love. The quiet light, the night light; shining on pages. When the ink dries, the light illuminates, the story is told. A heart exposed, shows a soul laid bare. May you, know you can always. Rest your eyes, lay your heart. On the breadth, that lies within. God’s love, what lays the bedding. What will be the comforter, when the days are cold. Where my soul, finds a peaceful rest. Pull back the cover, slip into the ambiance. No fluff, no pretense. Just a love story, to press up against your soul. Be encouraged, let faith be the living proof. Love, presses through the twilight, to become the dawn. That will enlighten, the living hope. That’s a quiet beauty, found in every heartbeat. Leaving the heart, overwhelmed, and speechless. Love, a song in the night. There’s, always a story time, when love becomes the tale. On the wings of love, hold the breadth. Chase the butterflies, chase your dreams. Be sold out, may all your dreams come true. May your book, have reflections of the book. Highlighting, an inward look… to the love within? When, the word presses up against your heart. Breath is taken, words seems lost. You lose your breath, so search your heart!
To find, how a Like, turns into Love, and the Appreciation? Words, can never truly Press in. Until the love, is illuminated by the light… within. Every subtle shift, reveals hidden shadows. Places where, the love didn’t eclipse. When the Word is deeply Pressed, into the heart. The ink will say forever, you have a place within the soul. You can’t iron on love, or try to apply with a well known adhesive. All by itself, love will be the glue, to fix what is broken. Love is the pillar, never meant to become a statue. Looking, but never doing. Love is the quiet beauty, always looking for a moment, to leap into action. Does your love, have substance; with food for the soul? Does the word move, a heart feeling touched, as the love took your breath? Under the quiet, LOVE is that bold. It has, a quiet confidence, boundless the quiet strength. To hold your every breath, not let you exhale. Even the quietest love, can profoundly move your every heartbeat. To face every fear, and the quiet struggles, courageously. A heart, knowing how to find, quiet moments… to just breathe. This piece, for all the hearts. Radiating a bright hue, in every clustered page. Knowing, the heart is the living proof; that love transcends. When it becomes more, than just a pretty Word. In itself, love radiates a crimson presence. The power, when the Press; starts in your soul. A heart changed profoundly, the love expressed; becomes life changing. Even if, words become lost. Chase the butterflies, let your heart resonate. A soul being inspired, by the Quiet Beauty… in love!
Take my breath, to a place where words are Lost. The place, where the heart is Found… breathless. It would be, to the moon and back. But the actual fact, love should stop at nothing. Until the soul, gleans a glimpse into the heavenly. Why reach back, for what was? When the heart, can have a clear view into forever, see into the depth. Love, still the gauge. To take the heart rate, test how faithful each heartbeat. To say so, say so. Would a fleeting beat, still be a matter of fact. In the stillness, could there be a degree, to separate? What the heart needs, to be the breadth, in my lungs. If I’m running, you must be chasing. Your love is the wind, the breadth worth knowing. Why, I find myself the one chasing, your heart. To find within it words, that speaks into my soul. The butterflies chased, the soul captured. The heart swept away, by the breadth in the wind. Breakthrough, happens in the twilight, a breakthrough to the dawn. Your love, broke down the walls, through every breath. Taken, you have my heart and soul. In an ocean, how can a soul fathom depth; when the heart, will end up drowning? How can a heart know, when you’ve reached new heights? When heaven, became part of your soul? A heart, still needs to press into what lies ahead. Learn, what lies in the deeper places. Not, by holding the breath. But, letting your soul be held, by the breadth. Take every breath, and hide it.. in the clefts. What do you do, when you lose your breath. You keep searching, even though the heart becomes speechless, finding words. What do you do, when your words run away, and you’re trying, to catch your breath? What do you do, when your heart is captured by a presence, held breathlessly forever by the love? You, tell the story. The pen will bleed, the ink never running dry. The heart runs out of words, but; there’s always a pent love. What do you do, when you can’t hide a heart, misplace your soul? It’s held, in every captured muse. Seen, within every verse. But still, I keep ending up losing, my breath!
When pen met paper, breath was taken. Love was spilt, the heart collided. Love the ink, crimson the color, a heart the pen. Capturing, writing; love penned down, every poetic encounter. The moment, became the feeling. Poetry, poured through every eMotion. Words with movement, spilling the beauty. The overflow, what the soul can’t contain. Love, etched deep within the crevices, of a blank canvas. A heart, moved by the breadth. To capture the essence, spill the soul, tell the story; when pen… Love pouring, poems with reflections. A crimson love, with textured hue. Poetry, a voice with whispers of love. Filling the heart, with food for the soul. The melodies, playing an endless love song. Living, not life abundant. If love’s not lived, poetically within a heart. Every breath taken, to show how deep the love. Vulnerability, in discovering the ways; to give every breath. A heart captivated, trying to know. How much muse, lingers in the breadth, in every captured love. When love, becomes more than words. The ink dries, making the love forever. Deep love, more than pretty words. It’s poetic, to move, to inspire. The heart, the instrument. The soul on a journey, to meet the heavenly. Love in a poem, flowing through the heart, touching the depth of the soul. When love flows, the soul becomes a river. When the pen bleeds, the ink reveals. How a poetic love, spills into the deepest place. Every time, pen meets paper. Let clarity, be every line. My heart will pen, the paper will capture. Words will speak, what’s captured in; A Poetic Love!
A Love Story! 
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