Tag: Life

Love’s Anxious Imagination!

When, anxious love washes over your soul, contemplative affection persuades. Beneath, the surface of every heart, lies love’s deepest mystery. The heart’s imaginative exploration, becoming love’s gleeful excitement, beckoning the soul deeper. To let the heart know the stillness, breathless in love’s tranquil essence. With bated breath, with every eager contemplation, the nuances are revealed. Beyond the expression, deep within my soul, words I have found, letting the tale unfold. Profound love stories, eclipses paradoxical understanding. With childlike faith, my heart opens wide, believing in love’s endless contemplating. The love my heart knows, yields the compassion it holds. My heart’s imperfection, don’t negate what makes imagined love have worth. Love, takes the willingness in my soul, and makes the irregularities within my love, become something beautiful. My anxious love, doesn’t worry about pleasing tomorrow, but let my focus be, what needs my heart’s attention, today. My soul, is not consumed with what has passed, but letting all that I am, be enough in the moment. Eager love, doesn’t moan, it yearns… to be more. There’s no greater ocean, a heart should want to be, than fathoming the depth of love’s mystery, finding your soul lost within the breadth. The love deep within your soul, when set to become, the simplicity finds the freedom to be; love’s anxious imagination!

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Wednesday Proverb; Love’s Reach!

When, love’s essence crawls into the bed of life, it kicks off the cover of darkness, to reveal its benevolent presence. Doesn’t need to reach to be anything, but be love’s proverbial existence. In the midst of the heart’s darkest night, love doesn’t preach, comforting words will always reach, teach with love’s sublime excellence. Giving, hearts the courage to reach across anxiety, and turn off the bedside illumination. Allowing the soul to find rest, within the moonlight of love. Love’s breathtaking dawn, drips the dew of love gently; letting the moistness release love’s reign. The breadth, stretches the heart, equips the soul. When indifference closes doors, love reaches for the curtain, exposing what the heart needs to unveil, the windowed soul. Love is, an extension of the heart, words remissed if not to mention; love’s undeniable reach. When it doesn’t preach, but loving teach, its kindness has a profound reach. True love, doesn’t need to stand tiptoed, to grasp what seems out of reach. Love, reaches to extend, persuades to attain. Whenever, your relevance seems anxious, stretch your faith, hold out your hope, embrace your worth. Deep love teaches, real love reaches. My words, are not here to preach, my love all about the reach, and together, our humanity will teach. Nothing, has a more meaningful existence than, love’s reach!

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Wednesday Proverb; What If?

What if, we could be truly honest, let our love resound true? What if, we stopped holding our breath, would our soul be then able to exhale… the breadth of love? What if, kindness became more than a random act, would actions and words speak equally? What if, we truly respected boundaries, would our love be more open, our heart not built so many walls? What if, unconditional love these days, didn’t come with so many conditions; whether, wouldn’t always seem clouded? What if, sharing wasn’t bittersweet, would love be so sweet, words could never leave a proverbial bitter taste? What if, perceive didn’t deceive, would love’s truth be received wholeheartedly, despite differences? What if, the fabric of love was more than the feeling, the texture more profound than the perception? What if, love became more than a flickering light, but the lighthouse beaming, illuminating that deep love is an ocean; that doesn’t change with the tide, but helps hearts find its way, even in the darkest times? What if, love was what it was meant to be; the substantive story, not a subjective tale? Words would refrain, the heart would restrain, harmony would sustain, love would deeply reign; humanity would attain… What, not If, love’s harmonious expression!

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Wednesday Proverb; Still!

Be Still, when the oceans rise, and thunders roar, love, helps our soul soar above the storm. When life leaves you feeling empty, when you don’t feel enough. Love, helps our heart to be still, and know; warmth is in its embrace. To hide us under its wings, hold us within its mighty arms. Its prudence, yields us confidence, our soul will find rest, our heart know its power. In quietness, in its trust, chaos gives way, the unknown has no sway, fear kept at bay. To let our heart perceive its purpose, our soul finding the proverbial strength to be, still. In every season, love becomes the reason, love’s nuances become undeniable; the texture per se, be unchanged. In its transcendence, it lingers, touches, but with more than fingers. In the stillness, love’s beauty resounds, within quiet breaths reside. Still light reflects, majestic hues projects, benevolent love protects. Unwanted fear stilled, as love’s divine presence fills. True love, not about thrills, and never lets the heart pay the bill, a soul resting in love’s tranquility. There could never be any miss, living deep in this, love’s wondrous bliss. The breadth of love, grazing the heart gently, gazing into the soul deeply. Even in the silence, love is never silent. In the peaceful hush, the soul learns again how to breathe, the heart desiring to be… Still!

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Her Intrinsic Glow!

Is it in the radiance, perhaps my heart sees it in the reflection? Every day, the dawn examines my soul, before the pure light awakens my heart. A light like this, doesn’t blind my perception, it enlightens my perspective. Is it how spectacularly the light shines, how lyrically it sways my soul, making it feel like an in tune symphony? When, love plays your heart and soul like a cello, hello; is it me you’re looking for? When love composes your thoughts, it invade your words, and though it takes your breath, the heart is never left speechless. Love’s inherent muse, contemplation and expressions infused. Is it in its simplicity, does the heart breathe, and the soul believe, forever will be?Is it because with every glance, the soulful prance, becomes a heartfelt stance. Is it love’s colorful nuances, dripping from my heart, painting my soul into a poetic silhouette of love? To the heavens my young heart did plea, a breathless hue my soul would glee, the endless love inside of me. Like water cascading over rocks, is that what makes deep love so soothing? Is it how two souls harmonize, or how two hearts beat as one, that makes love exhale in unison? Is it in love’s providence, the heart realizes the redefining glow, changing an angelic persona into, Grace. When there’s an angel sent to be, your divine forever. Years, could never eclipse the beauty that is, her intrinsic glow!

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Sometimes’ not Always!

Sometimes, we doubt ourselves, think that we’re not enough, but, when we don’t question our resilience. Always, our resolve will let us know, sufficient strength makes it enough. Sometimes, we believe our heart won’t reach new heights, but, even with broken wings, the soul can still soar. Sometimes, we find our heart in an unknown place, the soul in a vulnerable state. Searching the heart, surely you will find, it’s the place your soul needed to be, so your heart can become. Sometimes, when we look in the mirror, we don’t recognize the person inside. But, when we realize it’s the reflection, that Always allow the opportunity to change your perspective, not someone else’s perception. Sometimes, we’re a bit unsure, a little insecure. So, we mask our feelings, take captive our thoughts. Let our heart walk a lonely path, through valleys with shadows, of the past. But, being sure of your purpose, takes your heart to the most secure place. Where your soul becomes tethered, to love not fear. Sometimes, it seems we’re losing our humanity, but, even when it seems all hope is lost. Love, is Always there in the midst, waiting to build back our faith. Sometimes, circumstances take your breath, but seasons change. Like how autumn’s hue, gives the soul a colorful reason to again discover, life’s breathtaking moments. Sometimes, life feels like a merry go round, other times, you feel like the conqueror of mountains. Every day, rise up and be unafraid to live your best life, again and again. Sometimes, we think our flaws could never make us beautiful, so we cover them up, thinking you’re the only heart with blemishes. But, when we know how to see inner beauty, we see flawed Sometimes, can’t define what the lens of love makes perfect. The imperfections within the heart and soul, love makes our flaws yet not be, Always!

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Two-Factor Authentication; Poetry’s Escape!

The Release!

Listen, poetry has a sound, some lyrical, some so magical; it enchants mind, heart, soul. Poetry has a voice, has a message, has meaning, it has sway. Don’t say no way, I’ve heard it with my own heart, it would never play my soul. Behold, it’s at the door, rat-tat-tat, at the threshold becomes your heartbeat, lup-dup. At the tip of your soul, it becomes bold, to let words take hold, with stories to be told. Listen intently, poetry speaks, to let the soul breathe. Every profound release, provokes emotion, invokes devotion, evokes revelation. Don’t suppress it, don’t second guess it, let it be… free. Love’s eclectic vibe, let it ooze, let it choose, you as its poetic muse. Open the heart, unshackle the soul, penned words released, facilitates poetry’s escape!

Love’s Fount!

There’s an endless fount, the water so refreshing, overflow spills. The nuance stills, the love fills, my peace the overwhelming chills. My bones come alive, sounds of music thrills. Words never at a loss, like an inked quill, fount within my soul cascades. Breathless, speechless, my heart pours within the reign. In the depth of my soul, the silent river runs deep, deeper than words could show. The stillness grows, my heart utters no peep. Deep in love my soul sleep, in sweet dreams my hopes keep. Every day, breathtaking another dawn, the fount welling up within me. Poetry in motion, makes my heart swell, my breath reveal the tell; my love can’t unring the bell. My fount, it is well, in my soul!

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The Poetry Within!

Let poetry speak, let it have meaning, beyond the narrative. Let it inspire, let it move, let it provoke. In its creativity, with its positivity, it will captivate. Thus, poetry is. It doesn’t need your mojo, not swayed by the back and forth, within your mind. No, no, poetry doesn’t need swagger, for words to matter. When pen and paper collaborate, poetic hues extrapolate, spoken word elaborate, elevated prose levitate. Poetry’s quintessence, leaves no room for debate. A poet’s heart, has only one intent, inked words in a rhythmical flow. The soul’s poetic muse, the heart’s most profound soliloquy, verses in reverse. The most telling poems, leaves you something to ponder, over and over. Poetry paints a story, love abstracts the meaning. When time and space collide, composition become. Though like moves, love what leaves an impression. Heart and soul synchronically inclined, poetry rhythmically refined. Words are never silenced, when love speaks. Within the poetry, breadth becomes… more than words!

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