Tag: Life

Within Love’s Hush!

Within love’s hush, chaos loses its voice, the world’s madness quieted. In love’s hush, whenever tears fall, it never impacted a heart’s resolve. To never let its imprint, rewrite a soul’s destiny. In love’s reign, fears wash away, cascade like a breathtaking water fall, never touching the depth of my soul. In love’s shush, erratic heartbeats are stilled, a heart held gently, hushed tenderly, loved so completely. A soul laid bare, knows its heart could never dare, find a hush so fare, leaving you breathless in its loving care. Fed profoundly, filled deeply, moved so sincerely. In love’s divine hush, birds have nest, foxes its dens, flowers its garden bed. Peace and contentment are emboldened, enlightened by love’s quiet contemplation. Whenever, anger lurks intent to overwhelm my heart’s serenity, my soul hides within love’s calming embrace. Where, words are never needed, my heart and soul left speechless. Knowing, silence could never be deafening, when your breath lies deep, within love’s endearing hush!

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Love’s Breathless Silhouette!

Within our midst, love hovers, within the breadth of its wings, love covers. When love speaks, its deep soliloquy resonates, to let its essence convey, what mere words struggle to say. In the darkness, love lingers in the shadows, blanketing with the warmth of its presence. Its radiance, revealing the might of its breathtaking silhouette. Letting the heart know, even in the darkest hours, deeply love holds you, in its gentle embrace. The soul knowing, it permeates the depth of being. In daydreams, the soul glimpses its existence, the quintessence of its heartfelt beauty. The heart’s gaze, captured by its allure, the soul swept by its endless forevermore. Its beautiful imagery, its redefining symmetry, not even time, or space can sway. Becoming the heart’s one thing, the everlasting thing; hours, through a figurative glass could never sift. Love notes of the heart, etched within the pages of the soul. An invitation, to let love’s breathless silhouette know. Your heart and soul’s pathway rendered, with the hues of love’s petaled laid bare, silhouetting the sands of time!

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Winning, Broken!

Even with a broken heart, breath is still taken. Even with a fragmented soul, the heart beats with a holistic persona. Even with a fractured wing, a soul can soar, if the heart’s willing to elevate. Even through a damaged perspective, perception changes, trusting the process. Even though a crushed spirit, hope breathes life, into a heart’s renewed sense of purpose. Even a splintered frame of reference, knowing there’s slivers of hope. Lets water under the bridge, quench moments of burning bridges. With time, ruptured wound heal, not with meaningless band aid fixes, but the heart’s sincere attempt to make the love missing, be nothing within the texture left broken. Even, a torn fabric within trust, becomes a heart mended, with forgiveness woven in with love’s essence. Even confidence in absolute tatters, can still be heart and mind in concert. Not singing the blues, but harmonizing a love ballad; reunited, and it feels so good. A soulful, and heartfelt expression of. Even, cracks in the road of life can be filled, one pothole, one day at a time. Uneven bars are utilized, not for mental gymnastics, but showcase a heart, and soul’s resilience. Injures are not meant, to sideline your hope, but build up your resolve, keep your faith focused. Tears fall, but so does rain, even if for hours, out comes the sun. Even in times of brokenness, seasons like April showers, bring out in us, beautiful May flowers. Rough times, not uncommon, but commonly known. To let a heart know, Winning is still possible, even if moments find us, Broken!

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Love’s Celestial Plane!

Beyond the natural, yet in of itself, true. Pure love, its beauty, celestial in its nature. Though, unseen in its totality, its existence undeniable. Love was, is, forever will be. The mimic of, its angelic form, a poetic expression of, an artistic depiction of. In plain sight, its presence evident, its essence prevalent. Some, call love heavenly, and indeed it is, displayed in its sublime vastness. For, love transcends time, space, prevailing unfettered by. Time cannot alter it, space cannot eclipse it. In being, out of being, lies the life within, love’s manifestation. What an open heart perceives, a beautiful mind contemplates. Out of one’s self, the consciousness reveals, its fullness, love’s innate silhouette. The breadth thereof, the depth therein, the transcendence of. What heart and soul yearns to behold, love’s celestial plane!

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Insight!

Insight, doesn’t fight to see, doesn’t need might to be. Through love’s lens, new heights, horizons bright. Peripheral’s slight, hindsight’s twenty twenty. A heart’s vantage point, doesn’t need perfect sight, to know what’s right. Doesn’t grasp the winds of change tight, hoping not to lose breadth in flight. Perceptive living, in excess of the natural. An observant heart, reads between lines, sees beyond words. Visions of what’s discerned, an enlightenment within an intuitive soul. The revelation of what insight does, gives meaning to, what words don’t say, but what the soul wants to convey. Smoke and mirrors, vague expressions, in of itself could never hide, what an acute heart will discern. Insight, doesn’t just see, but listens, then speaks. In stillness of soul, insight says to your heart. In every brand-new way of looking at life, if your heart knows, love hovers in the midst of it, ready to sway your spirit’s confidence. Insight, could never be attained, without the loving appreciation for, what permeates within knowing the heart of another. Insight knows, love defining what becomes of your soul, restrains life from redefining; what your heart won’t allow to be. Deep understanding, comes with profound recognition, insightfulness’ intrinsic importance!

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Struck by the Beauty!

An encounter, not by chance, a heart’s momentary glance, a soul’s predestined stance, captivated by the beauty of, love’s shining star. A beam of light, ray of hope, touching beyond surface of. Time and space, deep inside, breadth of innermost. Light flashed, epiphany enlightened, reign cascaded. The beauty struck, head to heart, depth of soul. Love, a million pieces of its beauty, whole within my soul, filling a breathtaking chasm in my heart. A heart of stone, struck by love’s deep beauty, flesh softened, drawing from its crimson well. No, passing gust of fear, can rip from its anchored soul, love’s firm foundation. Every soul, should take the time to know, why love has chosen to make its heart, a home? Love’s lighting rod, striking at the heart of what matters, leaving traces of its spark, within the crevices of its being. Its heartfelt symphony, music to the heart, hymn for the soul. With every moment being, heart and soul persuaded, swayed instrumentally. It’s beautiful rhapsody, strumming a chord, heartstrings. Just, one look… away, from the beauty of love’s allure, would surely cast its sphere, within the heart’s peripheral. Where the fragrance of, the light of, the epiphany of, the reign of… would lose its deepest meaning. A heart forever captured, the soul raptured by, the beauty of… My soul, would rather be in want of air, than to ever let my heart be in need of, living without. Love’s breathless beauty, the gravity of, its oxygenating essence!

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Metamorphosed Wings!

Stages, how life is lived, how through transitional states, mind, body, soul; a heart’s metamorphosis, hopes and dreams. A caterpillar’s heart, wings within to be discovered, waiting for its moment, to be revealed. Within the undergoing, a beautiful change in heart and mind. Beauty within a soul’s transformation, emergence of its wings. A heart chasing butterflies, a soul finding its freedom, to soar on the wings of love. In the cool of the day, in the warmth of love’s embrace, the heart lifted up with air beneath, the wings of its fluttering soul. The winds of change blow wild, the soul trying to catch its breath, within a heart predestined to live free. Blood pumping, hopes becoming, thrill of the chase, dreams taking flight. The higher the sights, the greater the heights. Butterfly wings, an adoration of feeling, love’s deep sensation awakened. A heart, with wings spread wide, soar forever like an eagle, with its metamorphosed, butterfly wings!

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Love’s Poetic Awakening!

In the heart’s journey through life, growing pains, hurt that stains. Tears restrained, ten foot walls, castle in the sand. Time, lines drawn, washed away by the see, how to awaken the love in me. Seeking life’s happiness, living in the quietness, breathing in the fullness. Emotions swimming in the stillness, a waterless silent river. My awakening, hidden in slumber, the sleepless yearning; in childhood daydreams. Am I strong enough, am I brave enough, am I, worthy of? To be, or not to be? I choose to be me, live free, give no apologies. In the pressing, the pulling, in the pushing, the tugging; heartstrings. In quiet contemplation, a question remained; what does awaken love look like? Is it an ocean, a potion, just a watered down notion? An inquiring heart, searched depth of soul, could it be fathomed, be awakened in me? I looked deep, my heart lost sleep, in my awakening. Love’s awakened presence, wasn’t a curtain call, the veil removed. To let my heart see, a soul destined to be, love’s poetic muse!

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Gentle Soul!

Poetically, a gentle soul, awakens its heart. In its wake, dawn reveals its shimmer of light, love’s gentle smile. Letting its muse become, in service of. In quiet contemplation, in subtle gestures, the heart conveys, what words can’t say. Clouded whether, kept at bay, love’s reign becomes evident, from whence cometh its gentleness. You can be sure, love strengthens its resolve, be the cure for all. A gentle soul, pours out of its heart, letting the love gently spill. What vessel, could ever contain the unfathomable wealth of love’s generosity? Likened to a refreshing stream, love floods with no regrets. Leaves its gentle residue, like that of the morning dew, that settles within the slumbers of the twilight. The soul awakened, to find love resting gently on its heart. Just like the wind, the presence of a gentle soul sways, but its essence what stays. A heart full of lilies, chases butterflies. To see how colored hues, gives the soul its wings. Gentle love, move gracefully like the wind, blow minds, change hearts, with the breadth of thy might. With the strength of thy stance, cast thy benevolent light, eclipse downcast shadows. With thy humble spirit, persuade indifferent hearts, to be love’s gentle soul.

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