Life is an adventure, a journey love provides, with space to play. To park your heart, letting the soul run free; at times recreationally, but always, intentionally. Hide and seek, what hearts play, trying to evade being noticed, worth guarded against the unknown. But, when you’ve been seen, that’s the moment your heart knows, it no longer has to hide. Hash-Tag, you’re it, the one to share the most intimate places of the soul. Life’s whimsical beauty, hand in hand with love’s playful hue. Its freedom, laugher, the amusement; friendship’s muse. Heart to heart, skipping within life’s moments. The heart knowing how to the soul frolic, hopscotching love’s ease, throwing caution to the wind. In the ups and downs, the bar set, embracing the love you get. Real love, doesn’t need to play games, it’s unparalleled. He saw, she saw, life’s a seesaw, heart’s traversing grassy plains. The tangible moments, leaves the soul breathless. Young at heart, just a state, never the debate. It doesn’t let fate, dictate, the role love plays. Life, love’s favorite merry-go-round, breadth revolving, the story evolving; endearingly throughout heart and soul, love’s playground!
When moment dawns, love’s essence becomes, what awakens my heart, to my sunshine. And therefore, my soul rises with love’s light. It’s another day, to do what’s right, wield love’s greatest might, with all my heart. Without love, tides never change, allowing time to enlighten. Because of love, hope is never lost, but yet, comes at a cost, will ask of your faith. But in return, it gives you the power, to vanquish lingering doubts. Love strengthens resolve, keeps the soul involved, with matters of the heart. There’s no separation in love, it’s not six of one, half a dozen of the other. If, love is therefore the greatest, how can the sum be less than; but completely whole, absolute in its fullness. Time doesn’t change it, space could never confine it, but the heart can refine it. Love’s benevolence, emboldens its quintessence, empowered by its greatness. Without love, blue horizons as far as the heart could see, would drown within the soul’s deep blue sea. Meaning; “if love the within a heart loses focus, deep hurt drowns the love, the soul no longer able to fathom the unintended, the blues within the heart.” Without love, moments are wasted, meaningless if not heartfelt. Love never truly fails, our own hubris what fails love. From the moment the heart awakes, all it needs is love, to let the soul feel its embrace. Enabling the heart to bear, what the soul needs to bare. The love deep within, displayed as the greatest!
Fragments, even within fragments of life’s story, the breadth of her worth remains untold. Broken, even when she’s found absolutely broken, her heart refuses to be, perceived less of. Pieces, even when she feels in shattered pieces, she’s never beside herself. Looking at what was, but what has become, of her heart’s resilience. Burst, even if her reign burst into tears, her love is never depleted. When her heart swells, she draws from the well, to replenish her soul. Torn, even if the day’s battle tore her heart to shreds, she goes to bed vowing. Tomorrow, even if her soul’s in tatters, she will rise up again like a warrior, with whatever strength her love can wield. Unravel, even if her world seems to be unraveling, don’t underestimate her courage, to tie a bow in it, and look fabulous at the same time. Fear of the unknown, will never make her unyielding love, be less than. Crushed, even if the weight she carries, leaves her feeling crushed, she will never throw in the towel. With love in her corner, ring the bell, her love is her tell. Even if, it’s round thirty of one hundred, she will never give up, nevertheless. Brokenness, will never refine, what it can’t define, the beauty within. And as such, She is, More than… what you perceive!
Victory, transcends plight, knowing how to inherently fight. It doesn’t rely on sight, to wield its enduring might. Victory doesn’t need brawn, to overcome stigma, its stamina triumphs overwhelming blight. Victory doesn’t strive to be admired, it thrives being influential. Like a flower, it blooms not because of will, but a deep rooted willingness, to be a fertile display despite what looms. Its success, not a byproduct of luck, but its robust philosophical pursuit, the empowerment of mind, body, and soul. Victory, doesn’t frown with agony of defeat, but reinvigorates its breadth, ignited by the fire within. Victory, happily gives up the mantle, to endow another’s worth, with the encouragement to pursue its victor’s crown. Victory, doesn’t focus solely on winning, but ultimately defeating, fear of the unknown. Victory, not beholden to will power, dependent on the heart’s fervor, to embolden the soul’s desire. Victory, achieves its necessary consequence, revealed within the quintessential truth of its purpose. The accomplishment of victory’s creed, be mild and meek, to attain what it seeks. Victory, doesn’t just think it can, but believes it will, letting its actions prove. Victorious living yields the mind philosophically, motivates the soul intuitively, making victory’s resilience prevail, Naturally!
What’s an acquaintance, if it doesn’t befriend, intent doesn’t transcend? Life’s picturesque moments, may not seem a portrait vibrant in colors, but quintessential nevertheless, what time reveals. Every heart’s quaint portrayal, though not similar in nature, deeply enriched by inherent familiarities. Learning, loving, living. Life is circular, it revolves, it involves, will test resolve. Resilience, doesn’t require brilliance, to overcome indifference. Know-how, seeks the Who, What, Where, When, Why; the encounter, becoming a predestined part of one’s life story? Insight, doesn’t reveal itself as might, it gives the heart sight. For, knowledge isn’t anything, until experience makes it become something, tangible. What’s in a Relation, if Ship(s) in the night, unaware of like minded qualities. Lives tethered to alliances, love’s occurrences embolden, deepening its faithful expectancies. No heart, can be everybody’s sunshine, just do its best, to brighten someone’s day. Illuminating the love in one’s heart, radiates what’s right, changing the perception of a glowing light. Life’s acquaintances, mutual propensity, painting love’s essence. On the canvas of hearts, brush profoundly with another’s reality!
I believe, as far as my heart can see, true love lives eternally. I believe in always, for always would never ask of me, that which my heart and soul could never conceive. I believed, in my soul knowing this, love is not always bliss, precious moments to never miss, sealed forever with love’s endearing kiss. I believe, with you life would blossom, time would flourish, days become rosier. Years tethered, hearts deeply rooted, moments that never wither. For as love grows, its bloom therefore deepens. I believe in hopes, in dreams, and no matter how hard things seem. My love will stand guard, wielding its might, vanquishing unsavory schemes. I believe in hope, my love becoming, a candle within the window of your soul. When the chips were down, your heart my love crowned, queen; what a divine sound. To have and to hold, trust never capitulating to life’s woes. Heart and love side by side, walking through opened doors. Believe me when I say, love will never abandon us, leave our hearts for daze, at heartbreak hotel. I believe, deep love is a river flowing unrestrained, becoming an ocean. Revealing its unfathomable depth, the sustaining breadth within love’s belief. I believe, love shapes the stars, uses radiance within the heart. Enlightening the purpose to why love becomes so breathtaking, within the gaze of a starlit night. Its tapestry, echoing breathless throughout the soul. I believe, love doesn’t leave the heart wanting, for what the soul yearns, love always. My word I will defend, on that you can depend. I don’t lend my love, it’s yours always. Lost in love, where my soul is never found, bound to someone else’s disbelief. I believe in miracles, believe this love will never end. I believed, to this day still believe in love. For, love has always believed in you, and me!
I believe in you and me, a song by the late, Whitney Houston. Since 2018, I’ve taken one of her songs, and written a post on or near her birthday, to commemorate her life and legacy. She was my favorite singer, and have followed her career since she released her first album, in the 80’s. This particular song, was released as the soundtrack’s first single on December 10, 1996, which she received a Grammy nomination. for Best Female R&B Vocal, at the 1998 Grammy Awards
*Below, the previous Whitney song inspired, for anyone who wants to read:
The dance yard nice, another year’s vibe spread out, independence’s right to defend. No and’s, if’s, or but, everybody becoming a friend, love doesn’t desire to become a trend. Again, hear me when I say; freedom, doesn’t worry about timing, just that love is vibing. The vital riddim of love, should feel like a melody, holding you sweetly, moving you deeply. You done know, there’s many rivers to cross. One love, One heart, the Jam down session, spirit of the people. A cultural vibe, Out of many, One people. Young and old, feeling the rhythm, grooving to the good times. The caribbean scene, the land of cool runnings. Come, dip your soul into the groove, eat some breadfruit and feel alright. Sweet Jamaica, she has nothing to prove, but it behoves, to let love sweeten your heart, with sugar and spice, to make your soul feel nice. Tune your heart, and rock with it, the riddim; the cool running!
After more than 300 hundred years of British colonial rule, Jamaica gained independence on August 6, 1962. The road to independence was long and hard, but with prominent and instrumental figures such as, Sir Alexander Bustamante, and Norman Manley, Jamaica gained its freedom for self-governance. In Jamaica, this date is celebrated as Independence Day, a national holiday!
*I was born there, a few years after our independence, but been living in Canada since the 70’s. Happy independence, to all my Jamaican yardies!
Into the deep, the heart to keep, love flowing like a river. A drowning soul doesn’t need rescued, every heart needing to drown, drown, drown; drown in love’s river. Leave troubles behind, unburdening soul of its veil. Sailing away the blues, no and’s, if’s, or’s will ever be needed to use. Within the submersion of love’s river, the soul emerges poetically versed, persuaded forever by its muse. The heart immersed within the melody of love’s rhythm, avoids life’s pointless schisms, a soul not easily swayed by depth-less isms. Many bridges of rivers to cross, what love builds over-seas. Come to its sure, crawl, walk, run; jump into the river. Don’t worry about shivers, coldest hearts find warmth, in a deep river. Sink or swim, love doesn’t act on a whim, but overflows, it will; a soul filled beyond the brim. Everybody needs love, but the deepest kind only found, found, found; found breathless, within the deepest place of the river!
Awe gust, air breathed a must, hurts brushed off the heart a must, keeps the mind from collecting dust. So that, tears won’t leave the soul, with unwanted rust. Life, can cause such unnecessary fuss, and sometimes, you just don’t know who to trust? But sometimes, that’s how life goes, walking tippy-toes. But those, Awe, the gust, the wind chimes, serenades of nature’s muse. Love’s melodies, blowing the mind to find, there’s still mountains to climb. Summertime, Awe, gust of its breathless sublime. The soul basking in the sun, sipping, heart skipping, having fun, jumping in the river. Oceans deep, oh, how sweetly love keeps, the soul from losing sleep. Under the moonlight, the night shines bright, holding the starlight in place. Sleepless nights, an excuse for love, to take the heart on a twilight stroll. Awe, gust of its ease, soul moved by love’s gentle breeze. What the moment sees, breathtaking how it will seize, sway you with love’s enlightened breadth. Awe, gust of its calm, captivating with the beauty of its charm. AuGust, eighth wonder of the year, love gives you its cheer. Not for what the heart gets to see, but what becomes of thee. Knowing how to live free, within the reign of love’s majestic glee!
They say, but who are they, to know the reason, to the distinct rhythm of one’s heartbeat? Some believe, but can some-one’s claim perceive, reconcile why, love’s composition concedes, to never change? Life’s rhyme, therein lies the reason, to know love’s quintessence. Words, sounds like, but actions state, the substance within one’s soul. Bravado within one’s heart, reveals the tempo of its rhyme, time; poetry in love’s motion. Life speaks in syllables, love’s interpretation making it relatable. Some say, but every day, things stay the same. Love quotes, verses note, but when said and done, did it resonate? Alter the debate, is life just fate, or love what gives it weight? If, love isn’t a song, why do hearts pledge it being, birds sing its melodies, flowers do their thing; sway to it, so beautifully? Logic says, but logically how could it ever understand, how love blinds a heart, capturing sound reasoning? The hypnotic vibes, to some life’s rhyme, hearts living in tribes. Never deepened, swayed by love’s poetic reason. For some, life’s rhyme is emotional, love’s reason be, promotional. One’s mind, still grappling with the rhyme, dabbling in life’s wayward uncertainty. Where wholeheartedly, intentionally, intuitively; love is, always and forever will be, life reasoned!
A Love Story! 
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