Oh love, let me share my heart, let my soul testify of the goodness. I won’t, talk about the feelings. Love has a story, and therein the muse. My confidence, replicates over and over. The breadth, felt again and again. In the silence, love abides. In the stillness, love’s gentle whisper, breaks through the silent. Your soul, swept away. Your breath, taken forever. When love is the focus, heartbeats are elevated. The heart raises up, to stand on mountains. The soul fierce enough, to ride the waves, in the middle of raging sea. Love raises your faith, so you can walk in freedom. Love in focus, clarifies the perspective, reveals the intent. Whenever, I open up my heart, words escape, the love pour, from a deep river. When, life tries to get the best of me. Love gives my soul a song, and my heart sings. In love’s embrace, my heart never more loved, than I am, and in the moments. When, my heart is questioned, the substance examined. My name, won’t become the subject. My soul, makes the introduction, to the love within the heart. Love, opens up the window to the soul, leaving the heart door ajar. Love’s intimate moments, with a heart wide open. True love, not in how it gives breath, but in how you learn to breathe. A heart knowing, the last air breathed, will last until forever. Love, oh Love, when my heart rises. I don’t, start with the man in the mirror. I keep it, the Focus, on You. A heart, and soul in Focus. Let’s it, the love, take every breath. Just trying, to share my heart!

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When, I am racing, your heart will be the prize. When, the hours are chasing, I run to your embrace, and gaze into the beauty. When, my heart is exposed, love bares my soul. When I’m most vulnerable, I don’t retreat, I surrender. When I am weary, by the weight of life. I release my cares, at the foot of the cross. When, the days are daunting, and the foe confronts my soul. The fight, finding my strength, in the arms of love. When, my pen seems empty, but the ink still bleeds. I know it’s love, writing another story, on my heart. When, love has its way with my soul. That’s when I see, my heart is a canvas, painted with the deepest love. The expression, etched so deep, it illuminates, the breadth. Crimson love, flows from a deep river. So, if the tide turns… inward, the silent river is stirred, to make the love overwhelm! When…

What if, I held it forever, the breadth? Would it take my breath, would my heart keep beating? What if, my heart felt overwhelmed, by a tidal wave of emotions? Would the air in my lungs, be truly enough, to sustain my being? What if, while gazing into the moonlight, my soul saw the stars shimmer endlessly, I lost words. Would my heart, still feel amazingly alive, holding forever. What if, the rhythm of my heart became erratic? Would anyone, be able to find, what steadies my every heartbeat? What if, what if? What if, love didn’t take, and I stopped holding my breath? Then how, could my soul, breathe? When…

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The color of love, could never be vibrant, with a painted smile. Love is expressive, an expression of the heart, in the beautiful exchange. In the unknown, in the questions, the essence, bares the answer. In the stillness, under the quiet, love gently whispers. In our lowest, when love stands tall. We see the heart, shine in love’s radiant light. Every gaze into love, let’s the heart see, a glimpse into heaven. The light of love, shimmering like the moonlight. In love’s gravity, wings take flight. As faith expanded, hope rises, dreams attained. Every heartbeat, moved to the rhythm of love. In every season, love still the reason, to keep dreaming. Your heart and soul, will profoundly behold, the majestic wonder. A beautiful display, of love!

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In nature’s muse, hearts glow, the soul becomes enlightened. Within the quiet beauty, wings soar, on the breadth of freedom. Thoughts are swayed, senses swept away, by the crimson hue. On a blanket of hope, in the warm, gentle breeze of grace. Love of nature embraced, by the riverside. The soul touched, the breath taken. The imagination captured, gazing into the light of heaven. April reign, releases the essence, in what May bloom. The grass grows, flowers take root. What a hoot, how nature brings such joy. Ain’t no mountain high enough, to make a heart not see, how breathtaking the vista can be. The length, the height, the width; but who can, fathom the breadth. Not I, but I; cherish all the majestic splendor, in nature’s glow. In depth of soul, a silent river cascades, oceans deep. In every season, the sunsets, the darkness falls. But in the moonlight, the stars glisten… endlessly. Showing, that beyond the twilight, in the horizon, there’s a dawn. Hopes and dreams, take flight in the intrinsic presence, of nature’s radiance. In the stillness, words not needed. For the heart, to be full, with awe and wonder. Nature’s provision, yields an amazing bounty. Nature’s essence, rooted in graceful affection. Nature’s gracefulness, a wonder, for all hearts to behold. In Nature’s providence, the soul glows, inside out. The heart, in a better place, to display the color of love. Warmth, and tenderness!

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Love, in living colors, paints a vivid picture, on canvas of the heart. It’s been said, it takes twenty one days, to form a habit. So, why was the portrait of love, revealed to my soul, instantly? Right from the jump, with every gaze, a beautiful masterpiece. But, to truly see love clearly, the perspective had to be untainted. Enlightenment, my heart leaning in. My soul, had to see it up close, how love becomes intimate, and personal. Love, an absolute treasure, not for a museum, but on display. Tell it to my heart, why would anyone, keep the most profound love, hidden? Love, paints the most stunning picture, by design. The Mona Lisa’s beauty, could never eclipse the breadth. Michael Angelo, may capture the essence, but it’s the heart, telling the story. Love, can paint a different picture, with every breath. The expression, painted in depth. The experience, a heartfelt stroke at a time. What is felt, expressed on the canvas, of the heart. Deep love, paints lyrically, with ups and downs. The question never to be asked; “what’s love, got to do with it?” Love, will never be touching, if a painted smile. A true picture of love, leaves the heart exposed, in a natural light. The imagination captured, the breath taken, with every portrayal. Frame by frame, the quintessence unveiled, the quiet beauty telling. Love, doesn’t have to be a flawless picture, to tell an amazing story. Love is a sacrifice, a heart painted, passionately. Search your heart, let your love illuminate, and hold up the light. Love is, a Portrait of grace!

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When I’m at a loss, in need of my closest friend, come visit me. When I am broken-hearted, consumed by disparate, come visit me. When the tide is rising, my soul drifting, come visit me. When the darkness looms, when the sun doesn’t shine. Let my heart, see you in the stars, in the moonlight. In the twilight, let my soul hold you, forever. Your radiance, outshines the madness. When the day is counterintuitive, you’re the hands of time. Poetry in motion, that’s how you still my heart. Within you, my worth never in question. Come visit, the path will be clear, my heart will be open. You hold the key, to my happiness. Don’t knock, be utterly reckless, break down my walls. Capture my imagination, free my soul. When I am desperate, to be held, in your embrace. Let my heart race, my soul will find, my enlightenment. That in You, my truest passion, held within the deepest breadth. Love, in every tear, in every valley, in every struggle, real talk. With every visit, you make me whole. Love, meet me here again, in my heart. When I am in need, come visit me, and I will let you have, my every breath. You won’t regret, that you had me, at hello!

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