Fun Friday; Kicking It!

Laid back, a soul trying to know the true breadth. Every day, a heart kicking it with You. Forever, going to rock it like this. Rock away, the funk; grooving within the loving embrace. It doesn’t matter, how well I know to rhyme; if the love doesn’t flow, every time. Any heart can keep a rhythm, but the soul needs to know the time. I’m going to walk it, the same way I talk it. The Walk, the Man; back in the 80’s, when this boy met the Man. I’m an 80’s teen, trying to be so fresh, and so clean clean… shaven. Glory bound, to heaven. I’m not ashamed, to forever kick it like this. For I will never Diss, living this Bliss. Rocking to love, means whenever you get a Diss; you let the come back be this. Words, that feels more like a loving Kiss. Get on the love train, This; please don’t let your heart Miss. Love, how I’m able to rock it like this. Bad vibes, will never ever be in this place; heart and soul. Kicking back, long gone are the days of 8-Tack. It can’t be summed up, with just having Swag; it will never be just an Hashtag. True love needs to be, where you forever plant your Flag. The right Vernacular, shows how love can be truly Spectacular!

True love, about keeping it real, no matter how you feel. Good vibes, showing the real deal; rhythmically in tune heartstrings. Every day, kick it like that. Tip the Hat, never let the love go Flat. Rat-ta-tat-tat, take it from this Serious Kat. There’s no topping, absolutely no stopping. The resounding beat of love, that keeps the head bopping. The soul rocking, the heart jumping. Love, not lived by the Hype; the love looking like a Type… O. Love is not lived Frantic, the love truly Authentic. Kick it like this; let the heart groove, to the good vibration. The love moved, by the sweet sensation. Rocking it, to the right rhythm; takes work, and time. Even though True, you can’t avoid the occasional singing the blues. Don’t dwell on negative thoughts, just the heartfelt positive vibes. Love, truly a distinctive feeling. Sensed true when, it’s not just about what you say; but what the actions can convey, and what becomes the sway. A good lasting vibe, about setting the right atmosphere. By turning down all the amped up emotions, to let the mood be a soothing time; hearts in twine. A heart kicking it, and the soul loving it. Love, the lyrical spoken rhyme; coming through this heart of mine. A heart Kicking it, a soul feeling so; Laid back!

WCR

Fun Friday; The Lollipop Tale!

Growing up as a child, I had a lot of “so called suckers,” come my way. I have to admit, I favored the Lollipop. We got close, eventually it just became Lolli, for short. Being an only child, I enjoyed our time together; that lasted into my teens. When it came to describing Lolli, sweet would be an understatement. I stuck with Lolli, because of all the sweet moments. The color of love, changing before your very eyes. I would like to dispel the notion, “that a sucker is born every minute.” I know for a fact, they’re made… sweet. Made sweet like Lolli, people are the ones; that label them a sucker. Like that of the heart of a child, I treated them with love, and truly savored the moment. I believe, that most people didn’t take the time to understand; that sucker have it hard. Suckers lived, from hand to mouth; knowing, tomorrow is never promised. It was never about a sugar rush, but slow and steady; the store was so far. Why I now know how, to walk a mile, or two!

Back in the 80’s, so many sucker… MC’s; tried to wRap, but they couldn’t live up to my expectations. For so many, the outside was a hard facade; but what revealed itself from the inside, showed the true color. As a child, you can learn a lot; from the simplest things. You can learn, the meaning of phrases like; that’s sweet, you’re sweet. Then when you grow up, you understand the true meaning; to many of life’s lessons, and what source truly gives everything; the truest layers of sweetness. For all the Lollipops in the world, my every child appreciate your worth. The life of a sucker, short lived, and I always felt so bad; for those poor suckers. Well, just for the minute, or two; it took me to appreciate the sweetest moment. So many suckers, tried to sway me; to be their one and only. But, truth be told; I only had eyes for my sweet Lollipop. Well, until a teenage boy met his forever. Gave his heart to a soulful New Edition, the sweetest Candy… Girl, and to this day still living… happily ever after!

Hope you all enjoyed, this lollipop tale; and got a takeaway. It’s tongue and cheeky, but there’s a moral of this story. We all have memorable moments in our life, a story to tell. We just need to see it, through the right perspective. Growing up, I spent a lot of time alone; within my own vivid imagination. My world, seen through the heart lens, of an introverted prism. Life is short, and even though it doesn’t turn out the way we would have hoped? We need to live it with no regrets, make the best of every choice. The good, and the bad; what brings our hearts, to a predestined destination. Be inspired, to live your heart to fullest. And when soul, truly comes face to face; with the greatest love, a heart can ever know? May greatness be truly realized, as just the starting point. I can tell a thousand stories, but may heart will always point the way; to only one God! Be blessed!

WCR

Fun Friday; As The Months Pass!

January, oh January; on the calendar, my eyes thee as first. But, in my heart; thy love will never be first, last… ing; bitter is the diss… served cold. Thy nights are cold, but at last; January, that’s… “Much Ado about Nothing.” Within this heart of mine, abides a love; that truly warms my heart. A love that fills my soul, lingers endlessly within the depth. February, the month of my mothers birth. Without that, I would never be. Every so often, there’s a leap… into an extended blessing. Every heart, getting to enjoy another day. Year after year, the days will surely end; to start another March. Onward, onward; say bye, to your Jericho. Spring forward, the time hasn’t come; to stop, and smell roses. The kiss upon two lips, your heart has entered into a new season. In the cool of the day, the veil removed. Love in a new light, love enlightening a renewed hope. Every heart being able to breathe easier, for freedom reigns. April, her heart feels a move. A change taking place, love is in the air. Flowing down, into the innermost. Showers of love, the blessings therein. Touching the surface, but flourishing what is seen; through the coming bloom!

May, oh; may I tell you about my May flower. Her heart, stunning; so beautiful. Her love, shines so bright; shimmers, to show a mother’s love. It’s the month we wed, the very moment I said; you’re my forever. Oh, how my soul; still basking in her endless glow. Oh, Father; oh, father… time has gone; thank you, for all the years. They have come, they go; the seasons change, but Your love… forevermore. I can never stop time, with every breath; may it be a heart changed, within every season… to come. June, no one could ever mistake you, for September; confusing a six, for a nine? A change in season, will fall squarely on your shoulder. Hearts leaning into you, with such high expectations. Love, for the summertime. July, being seventh; doesn’t make it independently perfect. First the creation, perfection; what precedes all that is seen. August, the eighth wonder of the year. Not the month, you see; but what became of it. A wonderful creation came to be, my wife… is she; yes, glee. Que sera, sera; “whatever will be, will be!”

September, oh; September, within you another fall. Leaves falling, the color of love dancing; grooving to the autumn breeze. The nights are crisp, but hearts are not swayed. The days are just right, how can you argue with being alive, being able to breathe it in? Earth, Wind, or Fire; September, you’re groovy. October, the season to lean back, maybe even act a bit cool. Feeling the nostalgic vibe, the chill revisited remix. Oh, please don’t fall back; into the same old humdrum. A fish in a barrel, the love for life like water; to soothe every fear. October, yes; a time to give back, the season for true thanksgiving. November, Movember; a time for men to remember. Even the strongest man, can struggle with issues. It’s not a time to hide, but a time for growth; a moment to raise awareness. Hope found, is the fundamental reason. Why faith is the key, to help get a heart through… the tough times. December, as the months pass by; know that one thing will forever remain the same. The world would never truly understand, what is a holistic perspective; without there being a Holy birth. Emanuel, the bright morning star. The light glistening in the night, shining; to display the greatness, of the love within!

WCR

Fun Friday; The Glue!

Baby baby you, me; two hearts, stuck like glue. May, thirty two years; but it only took my heart a glimpse, to see Forever. My faith in the love, forever strong. My word, my bond; that will never come undone. The thought of that, and to all those who said something different; yeah, just crazy talk. Sure, there’s been some rough times. Some parts, that have needed a little bit more glue. T.L.C, have meant different things. “Tender Loving Care,” what’s applied a high percentage of the time. But there are moments when, Time, Learn, Correction… tape; gives you an opportunity, for a do over. We’ve made it through the hard times. Had to apply a whole lot of love, when the day brought with it the rain. Even when the tears, are part of an accidental forecast. The glue makes for a quick dry, creating an even stronger bond. Two hearts determined, pledged to forever stick together. Baby, baby my heart; forever stuck on you!

Even in the darkest moments, our love still knew how to find each other. Even when a two sided opinion, becomes just one side feeling; it’s just a band-aid fix, the glue going through the test… Stress. Woman, your heart has always seen; how my love has been clingy. Stuck to your heart, just like glue. Even when our two hearts end up, on opposite sides of a sticky situation. Your love will still be fly, my cutie pie. I don’t need any paper, to tell me that. Wax on, wax off; ha. For this love, our hearts will fight. Birth pain, growing pains. The terrible two’s… times three, and of course me. The put up, love showing up. Crazy love, what stuck out so often; what stuck to our hearts… like glue. A wife, a mother; the pouring out of the best inside. From the very start, your love quickly noticed to be; a crucial part of the family glue. Over the years, the glue has definitely been stretched; but always based in elasticity. The love, may not have always been super; but the glue.. Crazy. Fast bonding, but our hearts chose long lasting. Not always sweet love, but still worth sticking to. Sticking around, until old and gray. The gummy years, by any other name; just as sweet!

Girl, your candy love enabled; sticky fingers, so I stole your heart. At first contact, my heart was cemented to your love. Resistance at that point, futile. It was a close encounter, E.T…. phone home. (Estimated Time), within seconds; a heart connection, the call to Daddy God. I’ve found the one, predestined. Some days, became sticky moments. Two hearts in holding pattern, trying to work out the sticking point. What always stuck, deep within the crevices of the love, trust; the true bonding agent. Whenever the trust, seemed like it might fail? God’s love, what kept it from disintegrating. Many came to Test the love, but they couldn’t Drive… us apart. The sticker shock, the commitment; not what they were expecting. The love was strong, and I wasn’t about to let; any of the negativity stick. Whatever they implied, was reinforced with the truth of God’s love. We just let it all, roll off the faith therein. Laughter, an intricate add in. But, not meant to be used as just an adjatiave; to deflect from revealing the depth, within the love. Just meant to help loosen up the love, give the glue a little bit more stickability. But, the most essential component; found within God’s love, what binds two hearts together. If both hearts are willing to recognize, acknowledge that His love truly is; The Glue!

WCR

Fun Friday; The Lazy Boy!

A shifting, into a lower position. The gear down, the unwind; the recline, into a restful state… of mind. I’m not talking about the psychological, but there’s an element of the cognitive. The thought process, the decision making; the accessing of the frontal lobe. In everything, there has to be a balanced approach. Recline, but don’t let that define… the moment. A full tilt, should never be a slanted perspective. Sometimes you’re up, some days you’re down. In the words of a poetic British terminology; the day is afoot… a hand, a head, the heart and soul. Zero to sixty, the down shift; sixty to Zero. The lay… all the way back, to get some Z’s.

But that was then, there was a move… to our new home. The lazy boy, passed on…  to our son. It wasn’t an inheritance, a relocation… to his man cave. Free of charge, it must be love… for the boy. Yes, it was a listen; to the woman… of the house. My wife, my candy girl, milady; his mother. The lazy boy, wasn’t part of the new living room decor. Instead, we… decided to purchase new seating apparatuses; some people call it… a sofa. I wouldn’t describe it, as the Love… for it Seat. Just something likened to, the lazier part of the spectrum. I don’t mind a change… of position, just the comfortability factor. The new resting device, being the bit overpriced scenario. But let’s table that, this is about chairing… the discussion. The repositioning, a love for. The readjusting, where I believe… the pillow should go. Behind neck, back? Under the boardwalk, down by the sea; on a blanket with my baby…

This is not a knock, on the would… I hesitate; to do what best for my family. It’s about what’s the frame, what’s the reference; the picture you choose to see. The emptiness in a glass, or the fullness… through a different lens? What should be, at the forefront of the heart; “a soul in right standing?” So many believe, it’s about relaxing; but it’s about being content, in whatever place you find your heart. Somethings, you’re bound to outgrow. Recline, but don’t decline; being forever at rest. Love, meant to be a forever experience. Not a version, that needs endless adjustments. Trying to make only one side, feel a little more comfortable. If the love is on the decline, take a moment… to redefine, and readjust. Someday, it’s the Lazy boy; but every day, should never be… a Lazy Love!

WCR

The Dance, Around the Question!

So many fail to ponder the simple question, where will each step in life… take your heart. Life is a journey, but each step shouldn’t be taken lightly. So many are content, to just waltz into it. Hoping you will some day, find your place, your true calling. Some thinking they have a lifetime, to figure it all out. Seize today, why lose tomorrow; trying to get back yesterday? Make today, the moment worth living. Why we should always start, with the end in mind. How a heart knows, it’s the dance of a lifetime. Life, is not about how you start; but in what place you will finish? Not about if you danced the dance, but in whom you chose to partner? Don’t dance around the question. Do you truly want power that overcomes, or be overcome… trying to figure out the next steps?

Heel, toe; heel, toe. How can a heart expect to finish strong, when you haven’t truly decided. Dig in your heels, or just toe the line? For some, it’s one foot in, one foot out. Left foot in, left foot out. Right foot in, right foot out. You do the hokey pokey, turn yourself around; but, that’s not what it’s all about. That just gets the head spinning, leaving the heart in a daze. A soul unsettled, figuring out if you should hold your breath, or just let loose? Not sure, you slide to the left, then a slide to the right. A heart still undecided; the electric slide, or the backslide? That turns into a Tango, and before you know it. You throw your hand in the air, and say; Lets get ready to… Rumba. Fight night, this, for that; a side… walk away. An old fashion, take it to the streets dance off!

Forgetting, you’re not as young as you used to be. Forever twenty one, is the name of a stor… y once told. But you still try to bust a move, only to have your Hip… Hop, right out of place; Break Dancing. The classical twist, and shout; combined with a Lyrical flair. With a contemporary, Tap dance… out of commission. Mind, body, and soul; not in sync. The heart, trying to pick up the broken pieces. For stability, you put weight on the front… of the brain. While trying to find a little support, for what’s in the back… of your mind. Is the next life lesson, going to be a slow waltz, or a fast paced jive? Start to take life nice and easy, or just pretend; you’re not breaking a sweat? But then undone, the heart laced with some bitterness. The dance, turned into an old country song. Parts of your past, still tugging on your heart. The two steps, away from a heart break. You realize, the shoes is on the other foot. A line dance, that has your heart in knots. Do you a avoid stepping on the line drawn, or time for the Cross?

There’s lots of approaches to life, we all have our own personal style. But, you can never avoid this simple truth. Every day, should be a start; with the end in mind. Not just where the day will take you, but where your heart will lead you? At the end of your days, may the journey be a forever dance. One that leaves your heart, breathless!

WCR

Fun Friday; The Tool, within the Chest!

Open up my heart, search the four corners of my soul. Check every single nook and crevice. May your love truly find, everything your heart is looking for? Woman, the first thing you should want to do; grab the screwdriver. Just so no other love, can ever touch my heart the same way. My heart is a bit unique, but a cookie cutter… what my love will never be. So no need to ever hesitate, to secure my heart to your love. Woman, if you truly want to know, the true measure of my love? If you absolutely need to know, the length, the width, the depth of my heart; first you need to know the breadth. I truly hope my love measures up, that it forever meets your expectations. I hope you will always feel the love, but forever know the texture… of my heart?

Sweet lady, you never have to be scared of my chest. The tools are sharp, but the rough edges exposed. My heart is a bit edgy, but even a lady of a higher class. Will forever come to appreciate the rugged exterior, and the faithful heart inside. So, every time you feel a need. Take out the sharpest chisel, and use your love to shave off the most annoying parts. Like I said, for you… I will forever leave my heart exposed. Woman, the love within my chest, there’s a special compartment for only you. Only one other, will have access to my whole heart. The one who created the chest, and built a truly special place within… for you. It might seem, my chest has all the right tools. But your love still needs to help, to show me how to use them all.. in the right way! So move my soul, and let my heart be what you can find to treasure… from within my chest!

Fly girl, stop; hammer time. Girl, it’s too late. You can’t touch this, but your love already made my heart… bust a move. You made a sweet impression, and made my heart drop the beat. Your love reached into my chest, and touched my heart. All the love and passion, went Deep in… to my soul. Girl, you might think I was born a kool cat? But I tell you, your love has my heart charmed… I’m sure. Turned my heart into a smooth talker. Girl, you’re so silly. You didn’t even know, when your love first touched my heart; you had me at hello. Girl, wait a minute; I see how you roll… your eyes. Your heart is the real deal, a bonafide tomboy. So, without further ado, show me what you’re working with; show me the girl power. Grab a power tool, but don’t get my heart twisted. The tool within my chest, “Batteries Not Included;” it’s plugged into a source, with Total Power!

Now you might think, that I operate on cordless; it’s reinforced heartstrings. Girl, every tool within my chest; has a tie that binds. So let me drill down on this point; “My heart comes with a lifetime guarantee, that the love will last forever!” So, right off the bat let me tell you; my lips have never tasted alcohol. Why within my chest, you will never find any Scotch… tape. With every conversation, there’s always two sides. Stick this promise to your heart, my love doesn’t come with any double talk. Woman, within my chest; you will see some Masking tape. But lets make a pact, down the road of life together. Let true love, be called our De-Mask-Us. Where the love can be truly open, and always transparent. Girl Duck… tape has the strongest adhesive. If you ever feel a need, to hear just my heart? Tape my mouth shut, so the tool within my chest; can be forever heard!

WCR

Fun Friday; The Drive!

Thirty three years, that’s how long; I’ve been driving… my Mrs Daisy, my May flower. Now I would never call her a back seat driver, shot gun; her love is right next to my heart. Oh, how I need her love near, so she can keep it real… close; whispers of love… In My Ear. You’re turning the wrong way… Captain, Obvious… ly, dear. I just wanted to hear your love speak… to my heart. Turn by turn, your love moves me; your attention to details… so sweet. This love has never been a bed of roses, but hearts forever in bloom. All roses have a stem… of problems, but the love for; should never be what withers away!

I spend all week working, but babe that will never mean. My heart isn’t also banking some time… deep within my soul. Just so my heart, can spend all those saved up hours with you. This world seems to be going crazy, so many hearts stuck… running ragged in the rat race. Zoom, zoom; but the question they need to ask, who’s zooming who? It’s not about how fast the heart goes, but how to appreciate each moment. For us, the drive is the getaway; a moment to slip away. Two hearts racing, but two souls at peace; cruising up the highway… called heaven. Oh girl, shhh… no need to say a word; I just want to hear the sweet music. Girl, that’s my jam; turn up the volume. I will never get tired, listening to the rhythm… of your beating heart. Let the music play, your love is still so groovy!

A little over thirty one years ago, I strapped my heart into the driver’s seat. Threw the rear view mirror out the window, grabbed hold of my destiny. Some thought our hearts were too young, so many said the drive; “#Wouldn’t Last!” They say, the first five years of a marriage… is the hardest. I have found in my thirty one year experience. The key, not just in the ignition. Not even about, what kind of gas is in the tank; but what is the true source… of the sustaining power? It’s not about steping on the gas, but if the heart truly knows how; to accelerate… the love? I believe, what help to fortify the love. When the heart chooses to focus, on true undistracted devotion… to God!

My love, my bride; thank you. When my mind is in a fog, the light hovers; but your love, also helps to steer my heart. I’m not always sure what will be the destination, but one thing I know; to let our hearts decide. A short trip… down memory lane, or what drives us… to keep our focused on forever? Your love is a fun ride, all the bumpy roads. Even the ups and downs; whoo… my heart still enjoys it all. Love isn’t about the distance, but the journey… together. Never about the road we choose, but the places the love takes our hearts. Love is a two way street, but my heart sees it only one way. I might be in the drivers seat, but we will always need Jesus… to take the wheel. His love, what drives our heart. He is the only one, that knows the way; to our final destination. When it’s time to go home, it will be you and me; homeward bound, together… Forever!

My wife and I, have been driving together for thirty three years. We started as teenagers, then when we got married; and it was with our kids. The kids are all grown, and for last five or so years; we haven’t been doing drives. About a year or so, she suggested that we go on Sunday drives. At first I didn’t really want to, but then said yes. Now every summer, we go on Sunday drives. I pick a destination, and we go driving for about 3-4 hours! Have a wonderful weekend!
WCR

Fun Friday; The Action Figure!

Does what you see on the outside, through the lens of your own heart; enough to figure me out? Are my actions distinct, noticeable? Or only notable, through telltale signs? May my heart truly paint the picture, tell a true love story. May it be more than just a noted tale, but the sign; of a heart forever changed? Perhaps like others, you feel the need to put my heart in a box; then label it… fragile, too easy to break. So many have tried to figure me out, analyze my heart. Yes, to know me requires a bit more Action, on your part. The human brain is complex, and I am a very complexed individual. A man made, not a made man; by anyone else’s standards. I try to not let my heart, be just another G.I. (Good Individual). Just another Joe, just another action figure; with a plastic smile. We sometimes have to fight wars, but I never rely on my own strength; to win each battle!

Here‘s the fun side, and you all know this; “everybody likes Kung fu fighting.” Well, when I say everybody; I mean me, myself, and I do. Bruce… Lee… was… the… best, always… lots… of… action; the kicks were fast as lightning. Even though there was a pause… between the words, and the lips moving; the Action was on point, ha. How about that Buzz Lightyear, always going… beyond; a true action figure. That’s right, I’m an Action guy. Okay, I admit, at times; there’s drama being played… out in my house. Yeah, I’m not ashamed to say; I’ve watched my share of the proverbial; “chick flick.” But the strangest thing, at times I’ve had to turn away; “whenever something got in my eye.” As a man, it’s not always easy; to understand the true mysteries of the heart. But that will never stop this man of Action, from trying to get to the heart; of what truly matters. I am not on a quest, to find a lost relic. This is about a chase after, that which is truly forever. To discover, I have to Ask, have to Seek; Knock… down every vain imagination. To discover the truth, about who I truly am? What I have found, a treasure. A precious love, near and dear to my heart!

Sometimes, the O.C.D wants to jump in, with one intention. To mix it up, with the more responsible side of my heart. Leaving the heart desperate, trying to figure out; is it Me, Myself, or I… don’t know? One thing my heart does know, the culprit; however unlikely the suspect, must be the cause… Sherlock. They say Actions, sometimes speak louder than words; but please don’t get it twisted. Seeing what you think you see, that will still never be enough; to figure out this peculiar soul. A man trying to love absolute. So riddle me this; “what therefore is absolute? If the love within, is not based on the absolute truth?” I tell you, if the absolute truth is not part of each Action; then the act itself, therefore becomes meaningless. So let me be absolutely clear, so my words are not lost in the translation; from heart to mouth. This day, and every single day thereafter. I freely give love, and try to do so; wholeheartedly.

All my life, I’ve tried to be good. Held my tongue, so God’s love could hold my heart… close. Go figure, this once silent river. Has been chosen, a heart called… into Action; for such a time as this. My heart has seen a lot, but some things; my heart can no longer ignore. Others can question my Actions, have an issue wIth my faulty heart; but no one will be able, to judge my soul. Buy my silence, steal my voice. My words will never be a beat down, just a how to… build up. I may not be able to leap tall buildings, but my faith; can ever be bound. By a two-sided label, or put into a cute little box. Action, is not just about being a hero; but how to be a true Action Figure. With a heart made to be authentic, not molded by an ever changing standard. Solidified, within a plastic facade!

WCR

Fun Friday; Case of the T!

SweeTie, can I trouble you for just a second? Now when I say a second, I truly mean; forever. I want to trouble your heart, stir up your soul. Can I do it… everyday, how about for a thousand years? Okay, okay; that’s pretty presumptuous of me, lets just make it forever? Now I must warn you, I AM… a handful; Two… to be exact. My heart is complicated. It requires a true understanding; Upper case, lower case? Now, I’m not asking you to figure out my heart? Many have tried, but they just ended up getting frustrated; they just didn’t get me. You know the positioning of my heart, it’s a heart forever shifted. Others thought they could just put my heart into a box, and just write me off… as done. Square peg, round hole; doesn’t even apply. To know my heart, you have to think outside the box!

Now girl, I must confess; I’ve been called Trouble, Capital. Maybe once or twice, okay; maybe a couple of hundred times. Woman, please don’t ever let that trouble you. If that kind of talking, totally shifts the narrative; “you can’t take a funny man seriously.” That’s a case of another T, Talking points. Control, ALT, Del; whatever others say about me. Girl, I just want to see you smile; with my humorous expressions. It’s never just tongue and cheek, whenever I say; I Will Love You Forever. I know that my kind of love, is rubbing off on you. Your love has become Big Trouble, for my heart. Your love is TOUCHING, SHIFTING; MOVING. The LOVE felt, yeah; ALL CAPS. If a sticky key seems a bit dirty? Let the compressed air… exhale. Let every breath of your love, blow my mind!

Wait, hold up, backspace. This part needs to be Underscored, This_Love_Is_Forever! Girl, please don’t worry; about how much trouble you’ve gotten yourself into? You had your chance to Escape, but it seems the Control… button; didn’t work. Case closed, this love; has a hold on your heart. Fill my heart with your charm, it’s sure to be a case of love itiss; and I would never try to fight it. I know I can be a jokester, a prankster; a funny man. But at the end of the day, my heart will surely be no trouble. Your love has helped, to turn a once troubled heart; into a lower case t (thankful_from the bottom of my heart). This is not a mistake… n identity, I know who I am. When we met, I was young, maybe a bit naive; and you were, My Sweet Sixteen!

Woman, when you agreed to marry, you surely must have known; I was going to be a handful, “a.k.e Trouble?” Baby love, you must have known, my kind of love; was spelt with an Upper case T? No need to call me a fool, I’m not that mister T. But you can surely pity this fool, who’s still in love with you. The smartest thing I ever did, was marrying you; and promise you forever. You were never a fool, to ever say yes. Don’t ever let this love, be about the case of the T. Whether lower case, or if sometimes stuck too long; in the Upper case. My only intention, to be the endless trouble for your heart; how about forever? If my words, ever cut deep. Big Trouble, for my heart; knowing that I forgot, to remove the Cap Lock. Why I forever choose, to think before my heart speaks. I don’t want a lowercase word, to become a case of concern; for your heart. Go ahead, call me TROUBLE; all caps, full stop. I may tend to put tongue in cheek, but all joking aside. May, the Case of the T; truly mean TOGETHER, Forever!

WCR