*** Kindness, actions with unwavering compassion. ***
*** Faithfulness, love with true vigor. ***
*** Forgiveness, resolute in being, able to release what deeply binds. ***
Falling a step behind, still one’s soul traversing time, every heartbeat resilient to its rhyme, every breath in sync with the rhythm of its chime. One’s heart, racing to understand the depth of love’s sublime. Of moments being so kind, not be in haste until it finds, the reason for your heart’s desire, time after time. Waiting for the moment, for your soul to exhale, your heart resting against love’s breadth, breathless within the goodness of its tender embrace!
Standing right, my love seeing of thee, I am a tree, my sway indicative of its poetry. Standing upright, height of my worth see horizons, my sights beyond the peripheral. Standing majestically, my expectations act realistically, love’s silhouette illuminating my heart and soul fantastically. Standing tall, I don’t fear the fall, when love beckons, my soul answers the call. Standing just, to fathom deepest places my soul must. On the cusp of forevermore, my roots shake off the dust, keeping my heart’s soil moist, perpetually free to seep. I stand amazed, of if words matter, why do so many, fail standing up to the test of time? I Love You, those magic words, sounding so symbolic, but yet, needing to be substantive in its truest form, irrevocably. Of love, it doesn’t need time, to be the rhyme, or become the reason, in every season. Becoming a part of you, where it begins and you end, so profound it won’t bend. What never stands to differ, strands of its breadth that won’t ever quiver, under pressure of being unequivocal. Love, knowing how to strum tangible strings, sings the sweetest of melodies, what stands acoustic in its own right. What moves heaven and earth, to give you depth of its being. Love, all you need it to be, stands up right, as everything precious. Stands right in front of you, being where you need it to be. Not by chance, but for every heart’s glance, indicative of a heartfelt stance. What runs to you, like a poetic prance. What stand on its word, unapologetically; faithful love, stands upright under analysis. Bares its soul, for a closer examination, of your heart’s innate posture. Love in right standing, will always transcend fight or flight. Will never capitulate to what might, only to what ascends new heights. Standing true, rhythm of love not swayed, by synthesized blues. One’s heart and soul, so deeply moved, compelled to be of love’s breathless muse, captured by the essence of its boundless hue!
Perfection’s myth, imperfection this, of love’s divine kiss. A humble heart, knowing its presence, emboldened by the essence in one’s soul. One’s life so moved, by its the unintended mist. Undesirable features, not of what imperfection chooses, but of the confidence an unrestrained heart oozes. One’s heart, knowing its worth has nothing to prove, what heartfelt moments could never diss. Imperfections, demonstrate just this, flaws with walls, surface in of itself. A moment for one’s heart to texturize its soul’s mural, a mosaic portrayal extraordinaire. Imperfection, too hip to be square, perfection wouldn’t dare. Like, vapors within the wind, wayward perceptions alter, a fluent sway reshaping heart’s perspective. Through lens of hope, blemished dreams are made possible, obtained tangible. Love’s textured perfection thus, imperfectly perfect though us; celebrate its breathless beauty as this, imperfection’s picturesque bliss!
Love drives, indicatively derives; journeys with you through life, according; the condition of one’s heart. Whether, never becoming a factor, if love what tethers every heartstring, be driven to pursue every heartfelt endeavor, felt within the outpouring of its reign. Accordingly, love begs to differ, won’t participate in allowing, conditions of one’s perception to dictate; what compels, what propels, whether. Weathering life’s storms, according; it’s never easy, but very necessary for growth. With every bump in the road, that’s where the rubber meets… your faith, your traversing spirit. Love driven, surely navigates according to its intrinsic ability, heart and soul strengthened by its facility. Love in the driver’s seat, the humble giving of one’s self. In of itself, being, according to your confidence, your soul not swayed by inconvenient detours. Wherewith, knowing in contemplated whether, your soul will surely encounter life’s enlightened horizon. Love being, the compass of your heart’s posture; accordingly!
My shoes, indicative of an old sole; years are irrelevant, tears inevitable. Fear, plays no role in determining, my sole’s worth. This old soul of mine, stitched, enriched. Etched deep within my being; I am, an old soul. Wise beyond years, because, deeply love peers. Helping my soul, withstand cascading tears. At the crux, of life’s systematic flux, love’s enduring nexus. On the other foot, with situation reversed; will always put best foot forward, to walk a mile. Within depth of my sole, weariness takes its toll. Some days, I slip into the day with ease, but mostly, I lace up my heart, tangibly gird my soul. So juxtapose, when life’s briskness sways, brushing up against my sole. My heart, won’t be at risk tripping, over a wayward ego. Days, when the sun doesn’t shine, love’s endearing reign seeps, causing my whether proofed soul, become drenched… deeply. Every day, the never ending quest, not to beat my chest, but pass love’s endless test. My sole’s conquest, my heart knowing; distance overcomes the miles. Love isn’t a contest, but heartfelt moments, swayed by its soulful context. In living, we ponder bodies getting buffed, not realizing, our souls are getting scuffed. Acting tuff, until someone calls our bluff; our facade wearing it well, but our posture has its tell. To those whom we love, we must be willing to bare our soul, show our vulnerability. Soles of our feet, taking the first step, towards healing, enlightenment. Oh, my soul, reminiscing the days of old, of a sole so bold; rejecting capitulation, longevity’s toil. New horizons, life’s traversing of an old sole, one’s heart journeying to deep places. Revealing the fabric of your soul’s innermost; wherewith, love’s instrumental means are found. With every step taken, unearthing its enableable breadth, love’s sublime meaning!
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!
Love’s tapestry, stitched within the fabric of one’s soul, etched in the crevices of a quilted heart. A heart soft to the touch, willing to give so much. Materialized in its capacity, rugged in its tenacity, to never feel daunting in its simplicity, displaying love’s decorative hue. Its texture so colorful, its essence painting the soul’s vibrant portrait, enhancing the most mundane of places. Quilted hearts, souls laid bare, love spread so profoundly it covers, multitude of spaces. Love’s layers, insulates the heart in so many ways. Heartstrings, tethered with what seems strands of rope, unparalleled likened to times of endearing hope, hearts bound in humanity. Garmented admiration, souls cut from the same cloth. In moments of need, hearts draped in love’s affection. By design, warmth and comfort becoming its most enduring quality. Love, not meant to be a leisure activity, an intentional necessity, gifted freely. Quilted love, hearts knitted together, allowing love’s motivation to become… quintessential!
Love, takes hearts into the new, the journey to find its vista. Renewed hopes and dreams, where darkness can’t sway the light, within an enlightened soul. Love’s wondrous star, lends you its angelic light, to be the radiant beam, emanating within a soul’s benevolent hue. A heart in a place, where beliefs precede new possibilities, begets life’s new opportunities. When night befalls, the soul harkens to hear, love’s endearing call. In you, love is the candle, its flame giving a heart sight. Within the twilight, hope permeates into the dawn. Letting the morning light become, love’s glow penetrating the day. Smiling beautifully, shining endlessly, illuminating life’s essence breathlessly, love’s ray of sunshine. When life comes crashing down, even just a flicker, kindles hopelessness. Love’s wick, sparked by tethered hearts, candled light of love’s vigil, providing comfort within the window of lost souls. Stepping into the new, distinguishes the flame of blue, love’s light lit true. Everyday’s newness, be caring, its breadth be sharing; love, and the grace within. Every heart, elevating its perspective, igniting its soul a new. A children of the light, open to forever let the love within shine!
Independence, should never be independent, of camaraderie. Mutual trust and respect, goes a long way. Solidarity becomes, when love begins. Togetherness happens, when ownership takes place. In order, for freedom to be achieved, our humanity must be the choice. Mankind, a group of people living, together in peace, and harmony. Practicing common ownership, learning common decency, understanding common values. Independence will never truly be attained, independent of genuine compassion. In our brotherly love, we discover our similarity, becomes our dependence, on our goodness. In our weakness, together we find strength. In our vulnerability, we find our resilience. With our flaws, we find our commonality. In our reliance, we know that our independence, is truly in-dependence. Never independent, of love’s dependency!
Every day, the clouds roll, the bell tolls, time unfolds. An enriched life, embraces the flaws, cherishes the moment, holds dear the present, clings to our humanity. When, our heart paints a vivid picture, our lifestyle becomes. An endearing portrait, a profound portrayal of love. We, are imperfect beings, but, true love transcends. Truth is seen, compassion revealed, not through words, but through love’s untainted lens. Life, live it well. Love is built, on a firm foundation. Love has affection for, thinks the world of. Reverences one another, cares for each other, appreciate differences. Mankind, stop the fussing, stop the fighting; let freedom reign. In moments of silence, you will hear, we all have the same heartbeat. When it becomes, one love, one heart. Don’t, just give someone a hand, give them love, and they will see your heart. Authentic love reveals, truth has the power, to shelve weaponized words. Let your actions speak, your love be, a way of life. Through the good, and the bad, stand by your word. Life goes by, in the blink of an eye. Don’t waste it, don’t marginalize it, don’t take it for granted, let it have purpose. Why, snuff out someone’s hopes, when you can bless their heart, with acts of kindness? Why, plunder someone else’s dreams, when it’s within you, to celebrate their worth? Let your life, be more than a memory, but a beautiful impression, left on every heart. Deep love, flows like a river, deepens, when our humanity realizes. Life, is but a breath!
A Love Story! 
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