The breadth of love, doesn’t matter the season, it dances like the wind. Taking your breath, moving within the depth of your soul. Don’t think, it’s the smile that makes known the breadth. It’s the heart, empowering a smiles resilience, to be a monumental display. Seen again, for the very first time. Like a feather, being swept away by the breadth. A heart chases butterflies, until the soul can grasp, love’s intrinsic allure. Gentle breeze whispers its song, its perfect melody, its harmonious chorus. To its captivating audience, heart and soul. Seeds of love planted deep, grows watered faithfully, attended to wholeheartedly. Seen flourishing again and again, for the first time. Underestimating love’s true beauty, like an artist not knowing; it’s the paint’s beautiful colors, what gives a canvas its artistic expression. Every subtle touch, the mind is blown. Its will succumb, to the heart’s inherent power, to sway a resistant mind, time after time. The heart taking in the breadth, a soul knowing there’s no greater breath to take, than what love provides. The breadth, a part of, in each, the best of everything; held dear, with care. The heart and soul, seeing the nuances, again for the first time. To catch a glimpse, to behold its essence, comprehend its existence. Seeing love’s beauty, with the eyes of the heart. Taking in the breadth, again and again, like it’s the very first time!

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Resting, here in your love, my heart knows, this is where I belong; it feels like home. The peace I know, the comfort I have, the love that covers my soul. In this moment, my heart never wants to miss, the whispers of your love. In your presence, my soul is exposed, into me you see. My love divulges, what my heart can’t hide. It doesn’t matter, how cold the world gets, within my heart and soul; the love is crackling, the fire burning, the flame still blazing. The warmth of your love, the passion that warms my heart, overwhelms my soul. Deep in love, my heart up against your love. My soul can’t escape the feeling, this feels at home. I’m not worried, how dark the nights, within the light of heaven. Love illuminates my worth, enlightens the path, the way to your heart. Like a welcoming smile, your love lights up my heart. Your love, puts my heart at ease, makes every heartstring, strum the sweetest lullaby, my soul hums a love song. Feeling, the breadth of your love on my soul. My heart, slips deeper into your love’s embrace. Whenever, my soul needs a place to rest, your love is there, with heart open wide. You see my flaws, but still take me by the heart, invite me into your love. Heart to heart, accepted as I am, feels like home. My heart doesn’t need to play games, looking deep into your love, tells me I don’t have to pretend, to always be in control. I don’t need a cup of hot delight, to sweeten my every emotion. You loving me, just knowing you’re near. Makes every moment within your love, feel like home!

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It gets me every time, my heart not being able to resist, the urge to give of myself, share interrelated love. I keep lots, within the depth of my soul. Prepared for the inevitable moment, someone comes to ask of me. Hello, friend, can you spare my heart a little love? I don’t need much, just enough to feed my soul. Indeed, my heart waits earnestly, for the opportunity to give some away; complementary love. No one has to ask twice, or beg on bended knees. My humanity says, you had me at hello. With every little change, with every encounter, the change in me is profound. The little love I give, with every seed I sow; it’s an investment, mutually compounded. Your heart, will intuitively compliment my love, enhance the quality therein. In every season, love the reason, harmonious nature is strengthened. Breathing in the same care, the ambiance releasing its significance, love’s reign. Reciprocal love, won’t cast doubts, will never castigate another heart, with unsupportive meaning. Love, draped within the colors of its true essence, compliments heart, and soul. Complimentary love, doesn’t need to be wrapped up in a pretty bow, just gifted intentionally. It’s not embraced with words, when actions presented itself. In its benevolence, it’s the endearing gift, never meant to be kept, but regifted over and over. Love, the gift of its meaning, shimmers endless, within the breadth of its divine brilliance!

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Is your love just a plug, in which there’s a noticeable aroma, or does it have a tasteful fragrance, lingering ever so sweetly? Does your love have enough charge, does it exhibit itself fully charged? Is your mind in charge, or does your heart, take full charge of thoughts, and actions? Does your love ever seem abrasive, or to its core kindheartedly demonstrative. Do your words bear its charge, or indiscriminately loses its effect? Sometimes, emotions give our love a false charge, why; periodically we need to do a heart check, to see if the affection is true. Without its meaningful charge, purposeful love would never resonate, in accordance with its reality. Love, withholding its benevolent means, could never be the source of, its sincere intentions. Love fully charged, a heart and soul, knowing the source of its strength!

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Love, why do you hover, why with a blanket you cover? Is it because of the warmth per se, a heart feels how comforting love can be? Is it never, that you will ever waver, living out your uncompromisable proof, within your undeniable truth. Through you, deep love never forsakes, but over and over takes your breath, per se? Inherently, you’re why so many hearts reminisce. Intrinsically, in your existence, no one could ever taint your presence, no words could ever eclipse your essence. Beautiful portraits, painted to become your authentic reflection. You are love personified, regardless of what anyone tries to make you become. Real love, can never be twisted, will never conform, could never become anything else. Than what it is at its core, the truest expression. How could a heart ever be still per se, when you’re literally the reason it races? It’s in your very nature, to equip the heart to do, what the mind thinks is unattainable. By yourself, you influence hearts and change minds. In of itself, no other entity changes the world. Love lives and breathe, sways time and space, per se. Breadth, and depth have no say; love essentially makes them, profound. Love is never mistaken, won’t allow itself to be misquoted, even if misappropriated; by its own definition, love is!

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