Love, gives my soul the space, the time between every breath, let it be my oxygen. Early I learned, how to escape to it, in plain sight my silent hideaway. To it, I anchored my soul, trained my heart how to be consistent. And when, breathing became introverted, was my saving grace. Even when, the day takes my heart to a darkened path, unknown hovering like a toxic cloud. I didn’t hold my breath, I exhaled. Even if, life rocks me to my core, tried to take the wind from my sails, love became the breadth. One breath at a time, I breathed… in love. Even in, moments when my heart was gasping, trying to be. I look within, to see if my soul is still content living, one day at a time? Even though, breathing becomes heavy sometimes, knowing how to get the weight off my soul, helps my heart breathe easier. Even now, with the death of a child, my wife’s health, needing my heartstrings to be a lifeline, to keep her heart from drowning. The struggle, isn’t really about breathing even, but choosing to breathe, because love taught me how. Old habits die, when the heart empowers your soul to live, every day; anchored breathlessly!

Thank God, I can… Even!

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Her love stepped into my world, my soul caught a glimpse, the silhouette of her essence. Her inner beauty, even from a distance, her presence swayed me, captured my heart, held my gaze. I didn’t know her heart, but captivated was I. Sweet lady, what my love called her. It was a busy scene, and when I thought I had lost her to another, her love whispered softly, and blew my mind. This Cinderella, must have known my intentions, know your quintessence, but instead you stole my heart. She play hard to get, wouldn’t get my heart back. Even though my love was shy, her hold yet so bold, the half not yet told. How she took me by the heart, and made us one with love’s endless waltz, to our I do. Breathless, two hearts in twine, I whispered my heart is thine, your love is so divine. Lovey lady, rest your head on my shoulders, your love is already on my heart. Her passion, the strength of her presence, slow dancing with my heart and soul, into the wee hours of my enchanted world!

Five minutes to midnight, the mood is right, slow dancing by candlelight, under the moon night. I felt it inside of me, there’s something going on, the feelings too strong to question, feels too good to be wrong. Neither one of us, not knowing how to say goodbye. Cinderella, the glass is half full, your love makes my outlook sparkle. I will not make the love slip through my heart, or be eclipse by the twilight. In the midnight hour, your love shimmers like the star you are. You have my heart on a mission, keep finding your love again and again, in my forevermore. Your love is candy, sweet drops of honey. Your smile, lights up the sky, glows in the starlight. Why wish on a thousand stars, my soul is convinced, heaven has sent you to be, my shining star. Hand in hand, barefoot along the sands of time. Your love will make me, better than I was, more than I am. It’s a perfect fit, the day your love slipped into my heart. The moment, your beauty penetrated my soul, and I became whole. Making this a timeless love story; two hearts, in no fairytale, living in an endless love!

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In the dawn, the soul welcomes in the light. The heart, moving within the bliss, the moment, bringing with it a gentleness, the mist. When love’s presence hovers, when the reign falls, the breadth seeps. When passion spills, the moment fills; within depth of soul, love is this. The soul left bare, the heart now aware, the beauty never again missed. How time stands, how the warmth sits, how the breath, waits to exhale. And if, bitterness tries to deceive the soul, love comes wielding its truth, reveals itself to the heart. Deep love, profoundly deeper, than the deepest see. No eyes, could ever fathom what only, the heart was meant to perceive. Within the warmth of love’s embrace, the heartfelt essence is… known!

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Her heart, absolutely stunning, her love breathtaking. In her presence, words are never needed, her inner beauty speaks, profoundly. What’s that, milady; you want my love to come closer? You’ve already stolen my heart, but at last; my soul knew, that wouldn’t be enough. So, I pledged all my love. And now, my heart cries a perpetual river, and every day; it becomes another drowning, in the depth of love’s breathless ocean. My soul needs no interpreter, her love language is evident. In so many ways, her words sway, her love lays gently on my heart, like a beautiful flower. Her love is poetic, within the breadth of every whisper. My soul recites it, my heart narrates it as poetry. Her love, doesn’t portray a romance novel, it captivates you, leaves an impression; written on your heart, a real life love story. A Virtuous woman, noble thy love, worth fighting for. Her heart, doesn’t need a knight in shining armor, to blind her worth. Just a noble soul, reflective of a gallant heart, strengthened by her love. To know the color of her love, to feel the texture within her heart, captured by the portrait within her soul; her Nubian essence. Always, forever, playing an endless love song. And if, life gets in the middle; my heart will fight for this love, fight for us, thus; Her!

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