Hope and faith, set in motion reverberates in love, lived simple, life’s inherent symbol. When breeze blows, strikes a cord, wind becomes instrumental. As air moves about, unforeseen element, provoke statue qou, the wind chimes in, making its presence known. Air suspended, nudged by hands of time, echoes within the wind. The soothing sound of freedom, tales of how the wind chimes. Gusts of air, brushing up against what is, the wind, serenading with its lyrical expression. When spring blooms, when summer’s hue exhales the warmth of its days, wind chimes its muse. Air, conditioned to be, drifts directional with its charm, breathtaking but does no harm. Knowing, the breath of its gentle allure, knowing the subtle thrust within love’s forevermore. Oxygen, precipitates movement of the wind, the soul reciprocates air, love compelling the breadth, and therefore the heart… chimes!
Homemade feelings, what happens in part, what’s added, what stirs the heart. The flavor of love, has its own kind of recipe. Crème de la crème in the making, love in its totality, has a milky way, with its sway; universal in a fundamental way. Love, sweetened with its unadulterated essence, paramount in revealing its charm, do no harm. Its overall extract, enriched by what it gives, notable pleasure. This kind of love, stirred not shaken, chilled not frozen… in time. The right mixture, enhances the picture. Matured, becomes an enjoyable experience, served pleasurably. Soft and creamy, seemingly a little more dreamy. Butterscotch, love playing hopscotch, with the heart and soul. Cookies n’ cream, seems the delightful theme, thoughts in daydream. Vanilla flavored ice, whipped with a condensed amount of consistency, creamed love with a global appeal. Even, with pondered thoughts of rocky roads, doesn’t change the fact. Enjoyment comes, not from the times you favor, but the moments you savor. Tasteful love, intentional in its provision, textured in its intent, measured in its portion. Crème de la crème, love, meaningful in its presentation. Love, with any frost bitten perception, taints its refined appeal. The ingredient, of a particular kind, allure defining one’s taste. Deep down, heartfelt, tastefully satisfying, melting you with a sweet sense of its presence. “Summer loving, a heart having a blast. Summer loving, happens so fast, summer days drifting away.” Crème de la crème, parlayed moments, for one’s heart to shine!
Air, in its presence we live, with its breadth we exhale. The power of its might, the synergy of its existence. When, does the soul truly begin to breathe? Is it the moment, life gives of its breath, or the moment love’s oxygen, finds its way to your heart, leaving you breathless? Desperation to find, never a soul desperate to know; how love, becomes the air you breathe. Love within the air, though seemingly colorless to the senses, a captivating scent to the soul, stimulating the heart’s intellect. Fear free, a heart embracing the hues of love’s carefree allure. A soul blossoming, shedding petals of love, likened to that of a crimson rose. Love laid bare, a heart set free, to frolic like a feather within the wind. Chasing butterflies, on the wings of love’s majestic splendor. Free falling, the heart anticipating the moment, the soul will be raptured by the essence, within love’s divine beauty. Love’s oxygenating power, fuels the heart’s desires, enriches the soul’s resolve. A heart and soul, breathing in life’s fullness, knows the source of its empowerment. The oxygenated breadth, of love’s breathtaking provision!
Awesome, awe by any other definition, could never take from its meaning. Beautiful, how beautiful the heart, worn on one’s sleeve. Captivating, how alluring deep love becomes, captivating one’s heart and soul. Delightful, love’s truest appeal, how delightfully it clothes the soul. Essence, the essence within love’s innermost beauty, the breadth revealed within. Favor, love bestows its favor, regardless of one’s need. Graceful, poised with so much confidence. Graceful hearts don’t fear falling, for it’s a moment to rise, to beat the odds. Honor, how wonderful to honor, give of love’s inalienable benevolence. Invitation, love in of itself is an invitation. To taste, touch, smell, hear, and see, to wonders of love’s deepest meaning. Joy, how joyous to know, love’s gentle tug on the heartstrings. Won’t break the heart, but strums the soul with its pure joy. Kindness, random acts of kindness, are never actions erratic in its pursuit, but intentional with its accomplishments. Like-minded, expressions of love’s heartfelt similarity, indicative of like minded. That won’t bend to the minds perception, but swayed by love’s endearing perspective. Moments, in life moments become this, in love moments are bliss. But don’t allow yourself to miss, how these moments shape the heart. Nevertheless, though in life we stumble, or fall; nevertheless, rise, shine.
Openly, love gives openly of itself, offering the best of its divine excellence. Powerful, the resilience of one’s spirit, a powerful display of the heart’s wondrous nature. Quintessential, to let the beauty within our humanity, radiate the heart’s intrinsic light. Reciprocally, the heart’s journey to find common ground, love reciprocated on a two way street. Substantive, knowing life’s meaning, found within the substance of living with purpose. Transformative, transparent in heart, a soul transformed by love’s endearing appeal. Undistracted, devotion is not a concept, but the essence within love’s exceptionalism. Vulnerability, in of itself obscured in its meaning, when not empowered by love’s totality. Worth, never needs to prove its source, when you know its validation emanates from within. X-factor, should never play a role in determining love’s true measure. If it’s not from the heart, it’s therefore a meaningless expression. Your, love is an extension of your character, its truth unadulterated. Zenith, what will only begin to describe, love’s Amazing embodiment!
I’m the kind of person, that doesn’t like being late, going anywhere. Even to this day, you can set your watch, to my internal clock. I could give the time of my arrival to the minute, even hours in advance. If, I said I would be arriving at 4:23 pm, and someone said, see you by 4:30. I said no, see at 4:23pm. My daughter and friends, even made a game of it, and laughed every time I showed up, at the exact time I said. Yeah, punctuality and I, were best of friends, not noting the message it sent. How it left another’s heart, wondering where do I stand, if not hand in hand? The Epiphany, not yet revealed to my heart. You see, my wife was time conscious, but did not hold it in high esteem, like I did. Whenever, my wife and I had somewhere to be Together. Time would whisper in my ear, let’s go. My words conveying it to her, she saying out loud, don’t rush my heart. So, my heart paced, time cased my mind. The Epiphany, what a moment in the future, would enlighten!
So, time sent us on our way, the mood still, time whispering, cutting it close. We get to the parking, but all the close spots taken. Knowing, we can still be on time, maybe even get a good seat, if we walked fast. So, I walk faster, hoping she will keep up? Only to hear, wait; “We’re Not Together.” And even though, I heard it time and time again, the Epiphany, eluded the years, outpaced my heart. Leaving love wondering, how could it ever be incidental, if the breadth reveals its totality? You see, synchronization of hearts occurs, when togetherness takes hold, of time and space. Said that, to say this. Years later, the Epiphany, was made clear, you’re leaving me; “We’re Not Together,” When, time knows its place, love therefore in its totality, never becomes; Counterintuitive!
Stronger, we are, stronger than we truly know. Fearless, we are, braver than we believe we can be. Powerful, we are, powerful when we don’t let fear steal our destiny. Overcomer, we are, fearless when we resist the urge to surrender our power. Fierce, we are, to let our heart roar like a lion, our passion rise from the ashes like an eagle. Mightier, we are, mightier than what tries to conquer our resolve. Resilient, we are, one’s resilience is not measurable, only measured by the determination in one’s heart. Vulnerable, we are, vulnerable when we allow negativity to stifle growth. We are, what we allow to shape our heart, its created purpose!
Like a beautiful flower, blossoming so tenderly. Love’s sweet fragrance, an incense with a distinct aroma. True love, has that thing, that deepens with time. Falling in love, not knowing why, becomes just a feeling, that; “Je Ne Sais Quoi.” But, when you know, that it was destined, it becomes deeper than just a feeling; but love’s profound destiny. Real love, will never make your heart and soul question why; do I, can I, should I, love you always? If the reason is pondered, how then, can a heart ever embrace its wonder, love’s forevermore? Its gentle presence, sways your soul, moves within every beat of your heart. Its rhythm, more than the mind could fathom, words could ever articulate. Love is, not just a head laid on your shoulder, but the heart of love, resting gently on your soul… forever!
I’ve been asked many times; “what’s my secret, to a lasting marriage” The answer’s always the same, “LOVE THE ONE YOU’RE WITH!” Within the lens of a flawed perspective, love will never be perfect. It’s not about finding the right person, “but YOU becoming, what love needs you to be. The moral to love’s forever, never question its validity. Instead, let your heart and soul seek to know, the breadth of its everlasting truth, found within the strength of love’s existence!
May 28th, my wife and I, will celebrate our thirty sixth year anniversary. Last May, my wife spent eight weeks in the hospital, after suffering a stroke, which she’s still recovering from. Not wanting to let the moment pass, I brought some flowers, dinner, and we watched a movie on my tablet. You can’t always control, the circumstances life brings, but the secret lies in, making the best of the moments you have!
In this moment, now and forever. To have, to hold, your love within my heart. For better, even in the worst of times, give of my soul. In sickness, the health of this love, cherished always. With undying breath, my love’s embrace!
Fertilized Love!
May the fertilization of hearts, bring forth the conception of its totality. The fruits of love’s labor, birthed in its holistic embrace!
Heart to Heart!
Hand in hand, the journey to love’s forevermore. Step by step, overcoming unforeseen obstacles. Heart to heart, baring your soul, strains of love’s existence, entwined within the facets of its endless embrace!
Splashes of Hue!
The color of love, warm and tender, within love’s embrace, beautiful and endearing. Splashes of hue, textures of its mosaic tapestry!
*Another set of designs I’ve created, inspired and posted in memory of my daughter’s heart! Hope they are a blessing!
Love, paints a realistic portrait, its imagery, portrayed a thousand different ways. Its vibrancy, vivid in its natural state, transparent. Its crimson hue, deepens its allure, pure. Its enlightened portrayal, its lighthearted nature, warmth. Its artistry, its simplistic expression, genuine. Its beauty, its breathless silhouette, love. Its most enduring quality, the texture of its endearing fabric. Whispers of its presence, echoing around the world, escaping through the pores of the heart. The most beautiful love, a portrait and its portrayal, love’s true essence!
E.T. (Enthusiastic Telemarketer), in what may seem, an extraterrestrial environment, where few hearts boldly go. Not to become alienated, by the close encounters. The cold shoulder, the static, the panic. The tendency, phone home, to someone who cares. Only to find out, there’s a bad connection, the disconnect. Your heart starts racing, your mind pacing, you’re facing the reality. The Smooth Operator, the same dialect, “the number you called, is no longer in service,” making you nervous. Mr. Telephone man, there’s something wrong with my line. When I dial my baby’s number, I get a click every time. E.T, someone, will acknowledge you; “Hello, is it me you’re looking for?” E.T, in the meanwhile, become the first; “Information Technology support enthusiast, with your very own geek squad. Elliot, can offer some tech support, until the issue becomes resolved. E.T, when all else fails, reboot… your heart with love, it empowers confidence. Negative energy, a corruptible virus, making the heart of the matter untenable. Even, hard driven, but overtaxed internal organisms, pushed beyond its limits, are weakened. Information technology, from head to heart, the download, in encrypted messaging. When all hope is gone, Alt, Escape Delete; the negativity, and replace it with positive assurance. E.T, hopes and cheers, keep the heart fixed on home. Where, everybody knows your name. An Enthusiastic Telemarketer, endeavoring to be in contact with someone, supportive of their needs!
A Love Story! 
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