Wisdom, not hidden away in solitary confinement, but confines itself to a place in one’s soul. Where, someday, one’s heart can profoundly discover its true nature, within the wonders of its transformative possibilities!
True greatness, in of itself never something achieved through sheer will power. Progression in its pursuit, will surely become achievable, one’s heart being open to its greater purpose. Its greatest power through you, wielded as true… greatness!
Real love, doesn’t need a specific moment to act, if true, its actions in of itself revealed as intuitive. Its strength, not needing an invitation to show up and be, profound. Its courage, triumphant in its resilience to become, love!
Momentously, love is progressive, its nuances massive, its resilience never passive, its truth never aggressive. Vigilant love, an attentive soul willing to let their heart be a safe place. Keeping careful watch, not allowing the heart to drift into an indifferent space. As difficult as life can be, the most adversarial encounter a soul faces, confronting a procrastinating heart. Preoccupied to realize that indifference, lurks in the shadows with one intention, rob a heart of its humanity. Like a thief in the night, will infiltrate dreams, upend hopes. An observant heart, guarded with a watchful soul, ready to wield love’s endearing might. A soul equipped, with not just six senses, but every heart’s touched sensor, compassion. No heartbeat, should ever renounce its destiny, to be profound. Love’s constant vigilance, emboldens the heart’s benevolence, deepening the soul’s quintessence. So therefore, let your love’s vigilance be constant, your heart’s true benevolence be emboldened, to deepen your soul’s quintessence. Sometimes, it’s wise to retreat, momentarily, but never prudent to let your soul surrender, to apathy. A heart blinded, not open to the sWay, love’s constancy!
Deep within the heart, room is made, to allow light to come in, let one’s quintessence be known. Heart and soul, leaving no stone unturned, make sure they’ll be room, for love to become. Space available, a heart full, but yet with arms wide open, to embrace selfless humanity. Room in one’s heart gives latitude, fault produces attitude, space exhibits altitude. The heart’s expansion, the breadth of love’s capacity, depth of the soul’s propensity. Love speaks volumes, come one, come all; there’s room at the table, come partake of heartfelt goodness. Deep in love’s pantry, substantive room for the hopeless, optimal space for one’s heart to receive, organic love. Eager hearts, are watching and longing, looking if there’s an ounce of compassion, to fill the void in their soul? Making room is not easy, but necessary for love to be preserved. Love, yields to hearts its bounty, not given a proverbial shelf life. Don’t presume, flowers won’t bloom if given room, for love’s fertile affection to be!
Love’s tapestry, stitched within the fabric of one’s soul, etched in the crevices of a quilted heart. A heart soft to the touch, willing to give so much. Materialized in its capacity, rugged in its tenacity, to never feel daunting in its simplicity, displaying love’s decorative hue. Its texture so colorful, its essence painting the soul’s vibrant portrait, enhancing the most mundane of places. Quilted hearts, souls laid bare, love spread so profoundly it covers, multitude of spaces. Love’s layers, insulates the heart in so many ways. Heartstrings, tethered with what seems strands of rope, unparalleled likened to times of endearing hope, hearts bound in humanity. Garmented admiration, souls cut from the same cloth. In moments of need, hearts draped in love’s affection. By design, warmth and comfort becoming its most enduring quality. Love, not meant to be a leisure activity, an intentional necessity, gifted freely. Quilted love, hearts knitted together, allowing love’s motivation to become… quintessential!
On my way to heaven, my heart met an angel, traversing time, in between our soul’s existence, love’s deepest breadth revealed. Thirty eight years, feels like a thousand, on our way to forever. Within her care, my heart in no haste, resting deep within love’s embrace. Trying to find, hoping to become, what my love needed to be, deeply enlightened. You see, heaven is my destiny, but before my soul journey’s there. This angel’s love, my soul’s mate, sent to search my heart, test my love’s resolve. My soul, wouldn’t dare claim, her heart doesn’t have wings. In my heart of hearts, her love takes flight, takes my love to new heights. My breath, doesn’t have to hold tight, deep in my soul this feels right. Love heaven sent, be a lifetime spent, knowing love heartfelt. Her heart’s angelic verb, likened to love’s healing herb. Her love a song, harped rhythmically felt strong. Love’s beauty capturing your gaze, its sway moving you all your days. Heaven, doesn’t seem a far off place, your heart totally eclipsed by the light of its hue. In her reflection, glimpsed the keeper of the stars. In between here, and eternity; lived, loved, discovered angels are real. Traversing the way of love’s celestial plane, my soul had an encounter. On my way to heaven, my heart, met an angel!
I’m a simple man, with a complicated heart. My love is inquisitive, my soul intuitive, my heart perceptive. Will never speak my mind, unless my heart gives it permission, love being its mission. I’m. My love is glaring, my heart is caring, my soul is daring; a reflection. I’m a son, a brother, a husband, a father; I’m just a man. Predestined to serve, destined to preserve, true meaning of love. I’m. Don’t step to me, unless you’re willing to throw down. Throw down what harms, to embrace love’s charm, love with open arms. I’m. My heart is full, my days filled with love’s noble quest to be, and will only make room for Just, you. You who need encouragement, you with a broken heart. You looking for a heart willing to listen, to whatever’s on yours. I’m. There’s so much on my shoulders, but my spirit’s never crushed, a lot on my plate, but my hopes never shattered pieces. In love I put my trust, to bear the weight, there’s no time for hate. And, when night falls, and the dawn calls, love makes my heart befall, and I’m!
Does, your soul feel like it’s being chased, does your heart race with haste? It’s love’s woo in pursuit. Like that of the sun’s radiance, love has an intrinsic glow, with just a smile, it shows its hue. Like that of a deep river, deeply it flows, soothing one’s woes. Like a moving song, it sways the soul, effortlessly, dances with the heart, endlessly. When, love becomes your heart’s purpose, deep down in your soul it becomes your source. Your constant, your axis, your oxygen, your confidence. Every season, the reason for living, for giving, for being… its breadth inside of you; it’s woo. Sometimes, one’s heart doesn’t even know it, that it’s being wooed. Love’s presence, waits in the shadows, for an opportunity, to woo you with its favor. When, your heart rate is elevated, your soul becomes elated, drowning in the depth of peace’s overflow. It’s possible, even now, at that very moment, it’s wooing you. Your heart, may not perceive it, until, you find yourself overwhelmed, by its relentless woo. It has nothing to prove, but yet love behooves, to be your heartfelt muse. It’s motivation, to win your heart, cultivate warmth, become the light in your spark. Its soliloquy, never in a Shakespearean verse, its nuances well diverse. Its love language, its quintessence, its woo motivated, by you!
Even, with just a little bit of love in your heart, one’s soul paints the portrait of love’s tapestry, exposing the beauty of its colorful hues. Frame by frame, what heart could ever resist being a picture within a picture, love’s work of art? When, love captures the essence of a soul, it’s a heart exposed, a canvas of love’s masterpiece, a portrayal of its artistry. Though, the texture of a heart is not flawless, in its imperfect perfections. Breathtaking becomes its ambiance, its nuances, breadth of its simplicity; by design. Within the right light, love’s totality is revealed; through the lens of its vivacious hue!
Some nights, dreams are of love’s beauty, of fairy tale’s bliss. Oh, but this, a tale about real love, a song in the night. Soul laid bare, heart swaddled gently, lying in the warmth of love’s embrace. Oh, but in the soul’s haste, it nudged the heart hoping to get a taste. Of what not soul wants to waste, the sweetness of love’s lullaby. The highs and lows, life comes with many woes, but when love draws its bow. Whoa, the soul awakened to find its heart, cradled in its might. The soul holding tight, as the heart sways breathlessly, to love’s song. New heights, never the fight, cloud nine so divine, leaving worries behind. In the midst of sweet dreams, love is made of these. So, even if the path takes the heart to valleys low, the soul would able to navigate past shadows. The ones, that want to leave the heart feeling hollow, making it easier to hear fear’s bellow; but love’s song, so so mellow. One’s heart, with a note in its tone, rest assured knowing; love song will again be reprised, its soundtrack in the night. That will again, make the soul take flight, soaring with angelic wings, as the heart sings. Love’s song, humming throughout the night. A cry in the nighttime, a heart’s sigh in the daytime. Love’s simple melody, allowing the soul a comfortable rest, even if it’s the heart’s most darkest moments. It matters not, how dark the night becomes, the heartstrings love strums, releasing its sum. Love is a lamp onto, light upon the breadth, of illuminated sight. Breathlessness of love’s song, long used to soothe, the restlessness in one’s soul. Giving the heart a reason, to know that in every season. Misty moments, sweet melodies, droplets of heaven’s dew; remnants, of love’s song in the night!
When, your heart seems lost in the fog of life’s journey. Don’t, let your soul retreat into the shadows, shine bright your benevolent light. A life lived well, doesn’t live it through the lens of the peripheral, fearing the unknown. A vibrant soul, a heart living whole, basking beautifully in hope’s enlightened perspective. That not even the sun, moon, stars, can outshine the inner glow, of one’s innate spirit. A soul illuminated with confidence, repels life’s darkest moments, to enlighten one’s destiny. Every breath, taken with purpose, every step taken intentionally. One’s soul, may be so focused, that one’s heart misses its future, through the fog. An enlightened heart, guides its mind, body and soul, through the fog of love’s journey!
A Love Story! 
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