Your love speaks, every breadth echoes resoundingly. I am moved, imagining what will become of my soul. Clear every obstacle, relentlessly kick down every single wall; desperately trying to block out the day. Whenever my soul gets anxious, Your love becomes the only thing; that can quiet my heart. Don’t allow any barriers, to come between what Your love truly means, and how much closer my heart needs to be. A realigned mind, body, soul. Speak, let Your love breathe. Let my heart, be absolutely lost to find words. Make the breadth of love so loud, let Your love be all; my heart will forever hear. Tell my heart, to hush, and just listen; for what You will have of my soul? Let Your love be, the only spoken word. Let my heart resoundingly affirm; it is well, with my soul. The softer my heart becomes, the more Your love becomes the breathless living word. My heart and soul wants to know, how to truly listen; Speak!
Beautiful King, what can I do for You; what kind of gift can my heart bring? Gold, frankincense, and myrrh; the wisest of all. So, what can a shepherded heart bring? What can I do, what can my soul ever bring; to the heart of a King? My heart has a song, that my soul wants to sing. For You my heart has a dance, a lyrical dance indeed; for my beautiful King. A heart, poured out in love. A soul, lifted up to the heavens above. For only onto You my King, will my soul be poured out, like this. What can I do, what can my heart forever do; for such a beautiful King? How can I thank You enough, when words are not even enough? When every heartfelt word, gets so lost in just a gaze. Lost in Your heart, a soul captivatingly amazed, that it’s breathless for days. What can a heart truly to do, when you have encountered, a love deeply felt. A heart melting into You, discovering what will become, of every breadth. You’re so good, so I promise to be faithful to thee. My love promises to be, the truest it can be for You. Your love says, I don’t have to do a thing. But for my heart, that simply won’t do. My every breath, all my heart, all my soul. Onto You, Beautiful King; all my love, unto You I truly bring!
A Christmas gift card, from my heart to yours. 20/20, many things seen for sure. Merry ChristmasSome things, surely may be what you want to be the unseen. Even though, unprecedented blindsided the perfect vision. May you still, see your heart blessed? May an enlightened perspective, shed a light on what your tomorrow. Shows to be, the clear path forward… with every step. On the path, may your heart find a love with a heavenly melody? A love your heart can treasure, and regift… over and over! SAVE your card, and may your heart be blessed; this Merry Christmas!
Rest your heart, within my love. I promise, I will treasure it deeply. Your love, will truly be my everything. Don’t even worry, if I seem a bit lost for words. It’s just because, your love; has a way of leaving my heart so speechless. Even though, my heart is overflowing with so much to say. But, how can this heart of mine; find words to describe a love so divine? That’s why, my heart always has such a need. To be a soul at rest, deep within your loving embrace. A heart forever melting, within the warmth of your love. Oh, won’t you let it be forever; a heart resting quietly, upon your shoulder? A heart needing know, to what heights your love will take my soul. Your love picks me up, whenever a weary heart; just needs to know the strength of your love. Your love, is truly head and shoulders. Above all my needs, and ever single want. Let forever rest my soul, against the depth of your love. Just so, my heart can undeniably proclaim. That the breadth of your love, truly has no measure. You hear my beating heart, and every breath therein. A heart resting peacefully, in my only comfort zone. A soul, lying absolutely breathless against you, my heart. The place where my soul will forever say, your love will forever have a home. So, Rest your love, within my heart!
Whiskers on kittens, can tickle a heart fancy; but, it’s just a thing. Warm woolen mittens, can keep you from frost bites. But it, can never give warmth to a heart. Crisp apple strudels, an enjoyable treat for sure. But the taste of love can fade, when it becomes just a thing; you only indulge, every so often. Doorbells and sleigh bells, rings to make a heart merry. But, love becomes more substantive, when it becomes about the giving. Wild geese, can fly with the moon on their wings. But, may your favorite things truly be. A heart soaring, forever on the wings of love. Droplets of sunshine, a heart basking in the light of a love divine. The reign from the heavenly, love falling afresh steadily. For every heart to find, true love makes a soul feel so defined. It’s not gifts, and things; that makes love in a heart sing. A heart prancing, a soul gracefully dancing. Needs more than romancing, more than just the momentary glancing!
Snowflakes, falling on your nose and eyelashes. All part, of a silver white winter; that melts into a flourishing spring… in your step. To make, a part of your favorite things. When love, becomes the bark that bites. When the to be, or not to be stings; remain faithful, to love. Don’t let it be, one bitten; twice shy, of forever calling it quits. Giving up your favorite thing, to never again hear love, make your heart sing, and all the joy that it brings. So think, why not pour out your heart. Instead of just wasting love, thinking sense is just about; how much you have of the Noggin. Don’t make love, a hangover. Love, until the hanging on; becomes what your heart does, over and over. Even when, the bark bites; when the to be, or not to be stings. Simply remember, the Favorite Thing. When love becomes the gift, that keeps the heart giving; forever, and a day!
Caught up in the presence, caught up to be in the moment. Caught up, living in the rapture of You. A heart, invited be in the radiance. A soul transfigured, living breathless in the enlightened. Every moment, a heart knowing eclipsed, by the love therein. A soul profoundly captured, being transformed by every breadth. In love, by love, thy love; forever, and a day. A heart, and the forever be, raptured in thee. A heart moved so to this, tears in the bliss. A soul feeling the rhapsody, the Divine kiss. What, no heart should ever miss. In the revelation, breath becomes finished; life beginning anew. A soul, overjoyed living in the reign. To be, forever at the feet of love. Living, forever at the foot Your heart. A heart, not living by emotions. A soul, not just going through the motions. But, to be a heart and soul tethered joyfully; living in an undistracted devotion. The loving gaze these eyes, forever amazed this heart. In love for a lifetime, praise be the true lifestyle. A heart delighted, a soul invited; into the heavenly. A love to fly free, a soul set free. A heart soaring, on the wings of love; caught up in the rapture… of You!
Some days, breathing is not always easy; but every breath necessary. Growth, can never be a soul in a place; where true contentment becomes found. Without first a heart, knowing what begets true breadth. We breathe in, we breathe out. A heart, sometimes never stopping to truly explore. What becomes, of every waiting to exhale breath. Every day, has to be a true discovery. And within every moment, therein lies the rediscovering. A heart has no time, trying to keep score. When time is called, for there to be a bold explore of life. Love, not meant to be an endless trek, through the stars. Trying to find, a breathless cluster. Love, the gaze into finding forever; through an ecliptic experience. A soul can never fathom depth, without the desire first being; a deeper search of the heart. My heart, has been many places. But, this my soul that has come to truly realize. For it to be forever in love, a soul has to be willing to experience; what’s in, just a breadth? To let it become, the ravishing beauty within… the deepest reign. It’s not just about, what becomes each exploration. But what becomes the substance, in every new discovery?
A true exploration, letting the love take. A heart through what true lens, the soul begins to know enlightened. A heart will never truly attain, without therein being great gain. A heart unashamed, to say why; the belief in a true destiny. A soul chosen for understanding, to breadth and scope, in discovering the true breadth? Love is a journey, there within a story to discover. Two breaths taken, but exhaled through one heartbeat. Life, begins with a breath. But for the unrestrained, each rediscovered breadth. Reveals what lies within, every breadth becoming… seen. All what the want is to become, what the need truly became. Forever, has a destination. The closer a heart gets, the endless desire becomes; what lies in every rediscovered encounter. My first breath began, found within the breadth of love. The long and lovingly pursued courtship, to be lost within the rediscovering. My soul has come to discover, I have not fully attained. But this I know, my heart will press towards the mark. For every rediscovered breadth, becomes a soul rediscovering breathlessly taken. With every discovery, a soul can try; but cannot surely deny it; when the heart blatantly, gives the truth away!
A true adventure, not just in what’s found. But what, the heart can endlessly rediscover. It’s in a breadth, but yet a breadth cannot even compare. What becomes the ten thousandth reasons, to keep rediscovering; what becomes the depth? Rediscovering, flaws and all. Still a predestined soul, wonderfully made. There’s no, wanting to know the heart. Without there truly being, needing to discover the breadth to the love… therein. The breadth of love, captivator of the searching heart. Everything, my heart has faced; will never get my soul, to hold on to what’s meaningless. A heart dangling from a vine, because of what was bitterly tasted. Rediscovering, to know how Divine; love was meant to be, till the end of time. True breath begins, when a soul is forever at rest. A soul laid fully back, up against the heart of love. Deeply overwhelmed, by every rediscovered breadth!
Meant to be heard, a resounding true instrument. Love, beautifully tugging on every string. To make a heart and soul resonate, gracefully with such an accord. How deep the love, begets how deeply the love strikes a cord. Orchestrated, to be played like a symphony. The mastery, the complexity. The artistry, created to be felt, in its simplicity. Breathtaking, a heart deeply moved. Nothing missing, nothing broken. Not a note missing, not a string broken. A soothing sound, to elevate the breadth. The Masterful creation, the ambiance produced for a tranquil soul. Every finely tuned instrument, requires love as the true balance. Each delicate rendition, love expressed to becomes a loving song; playing throughout the night, and day. The rhythm, the rhyme; such a soulful groove, strummed to the end of time. The harken back, to be forever taken back; a heart being in a place of no lack. A heart and soul in tandem, to show a heart plucked out of absurdity; an act of kindness, not meant to be random. A soul fashioned to be, divinely seated in a place; to command true authority. A heart knowing, what made from, and why for greatness. A steadied heart, will feel what a soul truly needs. For the love to be, the taking of every breath. A soul knowing, how deeply moved; becomes a heart forever transformed, with no strings attached!
Breathlessly a heart, and the rhythm with no end. The deeper the breadth, the more in tune a heart truly becomes. It’s not about clearing the throat, with a silly sounding classics, like; “me me me ME me me me…..” Instead, let it be an open heart. Forever playing classical piece, about Love; all about you you you You you you you…..”. So, tune your heart, to be timeless heard. Likened to a breathlessly moving violin, producing such a peaceful sound. The heart becoming, a deeply moving love song. A soul singing true, with an angelic sound. The pitch, make the breadth of my heart, the truest rendition. Seen as the finished… playing around, heart condition. Tug on my heart, make the strings completely Yours. A soul, doesn’t have to know how to orchestrate. It’s about, a heart willing to forever be; the Stringed Instrument. Not afraid of the spotlight, or being greatly used!
Lost in the breadth, a soul breathless in the stillness. A heart trying to see, to what height? How can a soul fathom anyone, without pursuit being true… understanding? Even a devout textualist, can be a soul confined, by a legalistic heart. Chains won’t completely break, when the restraint become, a heart and soul conflicted. Be lost, within my heart, or in Yours? A heart, can never know how deep the love. Without being deeply lost, in a deep dive exploration. Therein, lies the deeper question; what the heart truly looking for? The true measure of a heart, will always expand. When you go beyond, knowing just the width, the depth, the length. Pure truth, will always have a deeper meaning. When deeply lost, begets every breathless encounter. With every enhanced experience, every found breadth becomes greater. A heart, not needing to hold every breath. A soul realizing, life becomes much more profound, with every new found breadth… of love. Without there first being a loss, to what a heart holds dear. Love, the crimson color. Not a shade thereof, too faded for it to be a heart truly recognizable. Staying lost, in love forever to be. To what degree, determine if there will be an equal, and no rival. We all love the fall, but the gusto that once; seemed like such a memorable feeling. Passed because it was, just another colorful autumn day. When the day gets cold, being found nested in the of heart love; will continuously heat the passion. To know what truly first made it a heart, the place you needed to be… found forever lost!
Looking back, seeing how far the distance; between heart and soul. The vision, becoming such an obstructed 20/20. What becomes the peripheral, and what you let be the distraction. Undistracted devotion, becomes the manifestation. When a heart, no longer fears the unknown. Why look forward, to what the gain will be tomorrow. If your heart, haven’t yet learned to see; what your soul, truly gets to appreciate today. Seeing only through the peripheral, a heart losing the right perspective. When the peripheral is obscured, the lens becomes the mismatch. When the projection, becomes how fashionable the outermost. The focus, still provoking a thoughtful question. What, will therefore become the state of the innermost? When the focused surroundings, doesn’t become on Who truly surrounds you? A heart, tends to be on edge; when the periphery becomes marginalized. Living on the edge, never a point truly relevant. When a heart forever needs to be in a place, where a soul can find true peace, and its relevancy. Living truly, first starts with a soul knowing freely. Every incident faced, should never be dismissed, as merely incidental. Every heart encounter, will be a soul one way, or another being deeply impacted. When the peripheral, becomes the sought after material. The immaterial, may easily become; something of an even greater value. Why it becomes truly vital, to not let your heart be easily persuaded; see life through a tainted view. When a heart, is truly ready to be propelled forward. Hope found, will be an enlighten faith… within. Even if, the heart feels overshadowed by the day; the unknown, will therefore never become the fear. Unprecedented, may seem so difficult to understand. But, perseverance precedes true clarity. Even when, what your heart envisioned, becomes a bit obscured!
A Love Story! 
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