
The measure, the portion, equally proportioned. The texture, the fabric, love’s intrinsic tapestry. Tug on the string, but don’t rip out my heart. Love, holds my brokenness together. So, I don’t desperately have to cling, to all the pieces. Love tethers everything, to my devotion. Love is the instrument, to make my soul sing. My poetic muse, every inspired thing, the love I bring, from within this heart of mine. I don’t, have any loose change, just a wad of love; I let it reign. Change is truly irrelevant, if kindness doesn’t make the act, evident. Love’s perception, affirmed by the action taken, the love given. The piece of your heart, you’re freely willing to share. Letting others, see into your love, peer into your soul. It’s a vulnerable state, but a rewarding time, and space. When love breaks, for what feeling broken. The void in that place, makes the heart feel whole. True love is actions speaking, louder than words. To love I don’t cleave, one day; this world I will leave. Love is no good, if I keep all the pieces my heart, to myself. So, ask of me, heartfelt portions of my love, what my soul will impart. The best parts of me, I give to you, wholeheartedly. Letting go, the most profound way, to make a difference, enhance our humanity. Roses are red, violets are blue, but does your love beautify too? Sweet love, meant to be handed out, like candy. Why, give someone a piece of your mind, when you can indulge everyone, with your sincere affection? We all, have it to give, the sweetest love. Even, the piece of your heart, you keep locked up behind, the veil. Friend, take care, I’ve shared with you, the deepest parts of me. I need to go find someone, and share the finest thing I have, the love inside of me. And if, you should ever need more love? I will be waiting and ready, to give all I have, in this heart of mine!
WCR
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