Tag: Inspiration

Love is, A Song!

Fellows, this world is going crazy, don’t let your love, become ragged in the rat race. Tell, the special love in your heart; her love is always on your mind, and how it takes your breath, it’s resting deep in your soul. Let her heart know, her love strolls through your soul. Every day, every night, every minute of every hour. Your love is daydreaming, about the moments your heart gets to spend, loving you. How the fragrance in your love, is lavished with the scent of her. Tell her, your heart will never give up on her, for her love, never gives up on you. Show her, you will forever cherish her love. Don’t, wish you tried, show her how much you dare, to be a love that cares. And when, your soul begins to rumble. Ask her, if she feels it too, how her love makes your heart thunder? Men, you don’t need a special day, whenever you’re at work, or just because. Call her, tell her; put your sweet lips, a little closer to the phone, let’s pretend we’re together, all alone. Love dreaming, the soul beaming; heart to heart. Real love doesn’t pontificate, it reciprocates. Love doesn’t let words, tell what needs to be heard. Love communicates with words, what a heart needs to know. Love fights, love argues, but love says sorry; love doesn’t close doors. Love, doesn’t let anger grow, love makes beauty glow. A woman of mystery, never allows her heart and love, to be the shrouded secret!

Bro, with a fro, let the love flow, not be just a show. Don’t spend all your time, chasing dreams. Make time, to let your Nubian know, she’s the queen of your heart. Cherish the love you have, cherish the love she gives. Guys, women; don’t care about your money. What a woman truly needs, all your love. She wants to spend their time, getting to know your heart. And if, your heart isn’t in it; don’t keep her hanging on, for dear life. And if, she walks away; man, don’t be a fool, trying to play it cool. Tell her, baby come back, you can blame it all on me. Any kind of fool can see, there’s something, in everything about you. I was wrong, I can’t live without you. ” A sweet lady, has a love so tasty, your heart calls it candy. Men, every day, kiss your angel good morning; your love gives her heart wings. True love, never lets a woman wake, and wonder; he love’s me, he love’s me not? Between every breadth, the soul finds the place, where love transcends time, a heart in the right space. A woman needs to know, when her love makes the tears become, the raindrops on roses. A heart in love, doesn’t become weak, in adversity. Love is profoundest, in its vulnerability. In the soul of a man, when love becomes a song, his heart serenades, lyrically. Lady, let me be your knight in shining armor, let me love you. I’m going to save up my time, so I can spend it, with you. I’m saving all my love, for you. To all the ladies, around the world. May the love given, be returned in kind. May your heart, know a tender love. A love so tender, it pulls you close, holds you forever; slow dancing with your soul!

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Beautiful King!

Beautiful King, how majestic is Your heart. You’re my daily inspiration, my poetic muse. My poetry, love’s ink written on my heart, poured out deep within my soul. Words into flesh, Your love wielded like a sword, piercing a heart of stone. Triumphant King, You fought for my soul, and won my heart. With just a whisper, Your love broke down my walls, my Jericho. A beautiful exchange, a predestined encounter. My heart undoubtedly will proclaim, Your love is King. Beautiful King, I give myself, in service of Your love. In my heart, Your desires are known, Your love is revealed. In my life, be glorified. Valiant love, You have vanquished my fears. Swept my heart away, to be Your faithful knight. I stand in awe, my heart is tethered, to strands of Your love. In the night, Your love is a song, my armor Your reflection, Your grace my shield. My silent river, fathoming the deep places of Your heart. King of glory, You alone, deserve it all; the highest praise. My love, will forever crown Your reign; beautiful King!

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Under the Hood!

Love, takes a peak under the hood, to see if the heart, is built for your comfort, or only races, without a purpose? The heart, at an elevated rate, feels the need for speed. But yet, if love is not the engine, with total control. A heart racing, still a soul without enough power, to overcome. So, step on the gas, but only when, love says it’s time, to revive up my engine. Vroom Vroom, the heart can never win, if your love has limits. When the time has come, let love take your heart, out of its comfort zone. Every heart, has a R.P.M (Reactive Pulse Meter), but love is the throttle, that sends it into overdrive. Love is the fuel, the spark, to supercharge heart and soul, to be at peak performance. And when, the heart is not racing, pop the trunk, and throw in all the baggage. The engine, needs love that’s 100% oil, not a diluted version, clogging up the engine. Love is the fix, to make repairs, adjust any misalignments. True love, purrs like a kitten, racing or not. Love is the key, to engage the heart, shift the soul. The heart, doesn’t have to be in top form, for love to excel. Love tells the heart when it’s time, to pump the brakes, where the rubber meets the road. If the heart, should ever come to, a proverbial fork in the road. Cool Runnings, an engine calibrated, to the right specs. Ensuring the love under the hood, never comes down to win or lose, but the heart, racing!

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By Design; the Beauty!

These by designs, posted in remembrance of my daughter, March 9 would have been her 33rd birthday. May it inspire, may the color of love, illuminate the beauty within your heart! Happy international women’s day, to all the wonderful hearts. May every men, celebrate your worth. For without a doubt, an endearing love, radiate from within! If you wish, save a copy! Blessings!

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This!

This heart, moved by the rhythm. My soul, breathes within the depth. These eyes, have seen the nuance, in love’s intrinsic beauty. This pen, bleeds profusely, the love deeply inked, into the pages of my soul. My words, emboldened to tell the tale; this poetic love, etched forever on my heart. These arms, holds close to my heart, this; love’s divine splendor. These lips, whisper softly, so my heart can sing proudly, this song; my first love, you’re every breath I take. In the feeling, you’re not good enough, love comes to reason; this. In every season, breath seeps, time creeps, but love keeps. Every breath becoming, what love needs the heart to be. In the silence, love reveries, within the stillness, love breathes. In the arms of love, my soul resting. On the wings of this, my heart soars, within the bliss. Relying on this, what makes heart and soul, know the quintessential breadth, within love’s beautiful release!

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Love is, An Ocean!

To this ocean, love has brought my heart, anchor my soul. Where peace, becomes the stillness, where every breath is held, in the depth of love’s embrace. Ocean’s deep, where love can find my soul, living in the deep. Two hearts, breathing in one breath, fathoming the deepest recesses of love. A deep river woman, her love moves between the breadth, of my silent river. What love becomes, what the depth is meant to be. A place, where endless love, swims the here and now. The soul, drifting the seven seas, the heart lost, drowned within forevermore. True love, not about the heart beating, but the soul living, resuscitated again and again. Profound love, becomes a breathless journey; oceans deep. Many rivers crossed, the blissful calm, keeping the love from being washed away, by waves of emotions. Hearts in twined, swims the deep, the soul, living within the gravity; love swept away, by the breadth. Love is an ocean, that rescues the heart and soul, drowning within the silence!

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Love’s, Humorous Expressions!

My love, knows how to crack a joke, but, don’t get it twisted; I’m not here, to clown around. I’ve got a tale to tell, a love story to spell, that makes the heart swell. From the mountain top, my soul will yell; I’ve got a love, I can’t sell. To get yours, ring the bell. A profound love worth knowing, is a love worth fighting for. From time to time, my heart will give you a nice chuckle, to any love less than, don’t let your needs buckle. To make, the heart laugh out loud, love doesn’t have to be fancy. I’ve never made the mistake, calling my wife Nancy; Drew the line there. Expressions can be funny, but can your candid love, profoundly stir your honey? My heart, likes a good mystery. So, tell me this Sherlock, is your love sheer luck, or is the love within your heart, a riddled mystery, that needs to be solved? But, enough joking for a minute, here’s a serious question; is it duck season, or rabbit season? Shoot, I don’t consider myself funny man, but this I know. Humorous expressions, have a beautiful way, to engage hearts and minds, with a loving posture. Yeah, at times I can be silly, and I’m not even from Philly. I can’t claim, to be a Superman, or a Casanova. I don’t call my wife, honey, or babe. When she became, my biggest fan. The music in my soul, was my new edition, she’s my candy girl; her love, my sweet thang. She, doesn’t even need to blush, it’s my heart feels the rush; when her love smiles at me. So, riddle me this; if every time, her love surges through my heart, would that mean, her love is electric? I’m not a jokester, I’m a serious kat, you better believe that, I even wear the hat; rat-a-tat-tat. Like I said, I’m not here, to beat my own drum. I want, to make hearts smile, with love’s sincere affirmation. This is not, just a play with words. Romeo, oh Romeo; wherefore art thy love? Deny the world, but never deny the father, thy heart. Laughter is therapy, love an endearing muse, to enlighten the soul. When, the curtain closes, ask yourself this question; does your heart resonate, do you allow love to take center stage? Displaying the beauty, within love’s, humorous expressions, that never gets old!

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Pressing, into Your Love!

Love, oh love, life is but a breath; why, I’m pressing into You, until You take, my last breath. Tomorrow is not promised, so today within love’s embrace. I lay down my heart, to feel the power of love, pressing into my heart and soul. In the pressing, in the trusting, in the searching, in the wading; the drowning, the finding. In love’s deepest ocean, the breadth of thy love, becoming the breath in my lungs, the love ballad I sing. “Love, fear is not my future, You are. Sickness is not my story, You are. Heartbreak is not my home, You are.” My faith will stand, my hope will dream, my love will seek, my heart will yearn; depth in my soul will become, thee. Fragmented is not my portion, You are. Long winded speech, won’t become my breath. Poetic words, will never move a soul, if love isn’t in it. Love, chases the butterflies, setting the heart free, to be. A beautiful display of grace, breathless within the wings of love. When, I’m standing in the fire, my soul will be consumed, in the flame of thy love. So, my heart can rise out of the ashes, not like a phoenix, but a graceful dove. Love, You amaze me, You redeem me, You changed me. You’re my strength, my refuge, my defender. My soul, will press into Your love, to have my breath held… forever!

“I admit, that I haven’t yet acquired the absolute fullness, that I’m pursuing, but I run with passion into His abundance, so that I may reach the purpose for which Christ Jesus laid hold of me, to make me His own. I don’t depend, on my own strength to accomplish this; however, I do have one compelling focus: I forget all of the past as I fasten my heart, to the future instead. I run straight for the divine invitation of reaching the heavenly goal, and gaining the victory-prize through the anointing of Jesus.” Philippians 3:12-14 TPT

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My Heart, Can’t Pretend!

How, can I ever pretend, when you know my heart, when you can see into my soul. Why pretend, the air is a little misty? When the tears cascade, my heart knows, it’s your love making the rain, fall from my eyes. In your arms, I don’t have feelings, I only know the meaning; what love is supposed to be. My heart and soul, can’t even pretend, this love has ever stopped being, an endless slow dance. “Girl, you are to me, All that a woman should be. And that is why, I dedicate my heart to you, always. How, deep into my soul, does your love want to go? There’s no limit, to the depth of my ocean. Against my sure, the water wells up, for my heart is sure; with you, my love can never pretend. I will never, pretend I can read your mind. It’s your heart, I want to know. For you, I will be a pretender. Never letting you see, my heart breaks, seeing all the things, your health is facing. My heart, can’t pull off pretending, your love doesn’t speak, profoundly to my soul. I have never pretended, to be anything but, a heart grateful to have lived, to know love’s intrinsic beauty. I’ve never once, claimed to possess perfect vision. My heart, can’t pretend it can see straight; if it wasn’t through the lens, my vision is love. There’s no pretense, there’s no pretending. My heart could never find the words, to express my love!

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