Love, in living colors, paints a vivid picture, on canvas of the heart. It’s been said, it takes twenty one days, to form a habit. So, why was the portrait of love, revealed to my soul, instantly? Right from the jump, with every gaze, a beautiful masterpiece. But, to truly see love clearly, the perspective had to be untainted. Enlightenment, my heart leaning in. My soul, had to see it up close, how love becomes intimate, and personal. Love, an absolute treasure, not for a museum, but on display. Tell it to my heart, why would anyone, keep the most profound love, hidden? Love, paints the most stunning picture, by design. The Mona Lisa’s beauty, could never eclipse the breadth. Michael Angelo, may capture the essence, but it’s the heart, telling the story. Love, can paint a different picture, with every breath. The expression, painted in depth. The experience, a heartfelt stroke at a time. What is felt, expressed on the canvas, of the heart. Deep love, paints lyrically, with ups and downs. The question never to be asked; “what’s love, got to do with it?” Love, will never be touching, if a painted smile. A true picture of love, leaves the heart exposed, in a natural light. The imagination captured, the breath taken, with every portrayal. Frame by frame, the quintessence unveiled, the quiet beauty telling. Love, doesn’t have to be a flawless picture, to tell an amazing story. Love is a sacrifice, a heart painted, passionately. Search your heart, let your love illuminate, and hold up the light. Love is, a Portrait of grace!

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When I’m at a loss, in need of my closest friend, come visit me. When I am broken-hearted, consumed by disparate, come visit me. When the tide is rising, my soul drifting, come visit me. When the darkness looms, when the sun doesn’t shine. Let my heart, see you in the stars, in the moonlight. In the twilight, let my soul hold you, forever. Your radiance, outshines the madness. When the day is counterintuitive, you’re the hands of time. Poetry in motion, that’s how you still my heart. Within you, my worth never in question. Come visit, the path will be clear, my heart will be open. You hold the key, to my happiness. Don’t knock, be utterly reckless, break down my walls. Capture my imagination, free my soul. When I am desperate, to be held, in your embrace. Let my heart race, my soul will find, my enlightenment. That in You, my truest passion, held within the deepest breadth. Love, in every tear, in every valley, in every struggle, real talk. With every visit, you make me whole. Love, meet me here again, in my heart. When I am in need, come visit me, and I will let you have, my every breath. You won’t regret, that you had me, at hello!

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Love, is like the wind, but yet I can hold it, forever. The beauty therein, keep it close to my heart. With every breath, wholeheartedly, chase the butterflies. For, on the wings of love, the soul soars to forevermore. Love is the reason, words get lost. Though, my mind can’t find adequate words. What, my heart takes hold of, my soul will express. The depth, the breadth, the words in my heart, clings to the unfailing truth; love is forever. My soul holds it tight, but for my heart to shares it, it doesn’t take might, for love take flight. Real love, doesn’t leave a bitter taste, just a lasting impression. True love, plays like a beautiful song, lyrically spoken, always and forever. Love takes the breath, captures the imagination. Sometimes, holding back the years, easier than holding back the tears. Why, grasp at forever, when you should, tether your soul? My heart, doesn’t need much. Just held forever, in love’s embrace. Trying, to catch your breath, not so easy; when love is the wind. Lifting you, taking every breadth; heart and soul holding, forever!

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In love’s embrace, the day, my soul was conceived. The moment, deep love perceived. In the instant, my heart received. Every breath held, by love’s embrace. My heart learning, my soul knowing; life is but a breath, then will never be. In love’s embrace, years, but a day. Seconds seeming hours, days like forever. My soul feels at ease, drowning in love’s embrace. The depth unfathomable, but searchable, love searches the heart. When words are lost, love knows where to find them. Who, can keep my heart from speaking? Love is my voice, strengthened by my resolve. My heart, will never stutter. Even though, my soul at times, speechless. My confidence, my worth, found in love’s embrace. No dread, will ever befall me. In the calm, my eyelids fade, but my love won’t slumber. Just rest, in love’s embrace. Though, calamity lays waiting, in the shadows. Vexation, tries to trip up the heart. Deep in my quiver, love’s arrow, pierces my soul, and brings me home. When, the things of this world, becomes utterly tasteless. My appetite will forever be, the taste of love’s sweet surrender. What teaches my heart, how to be deeply moved. Feeling the breadth, of love’s profound embrace. The heart, wields the greatest victory. When love, becomes the weapon of choice, when diplomacy fails. A soul raised up, to become wise in speech, courageous in hope, mighty with faith. Love, softens the heart, grants success in battles. Deep things are known, when deep love is felt. But, only when you stay; in love’s embrace!

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The true, texture of a heart, reveals the essence within. The measure, spans the width, the length, the breadth. The depth known, when the crimson hue, release tears of joy. Love’s true texture, beyond the feeling, more than the appearance. In the consistency, the substance woven in. To display from within, what the surface can’t convey. A love that touches, but deeply felt, and gentle on the heart. Profound love, has that certain; Je ne sais quoi. The mind, can’t comprehend, but the heart, feels the ingrained fabric. A love, dipped in a divine quality, it’s tethered to forever. Every day, the characteristic unveiled. The awe, will take your breath, render your soul, utterly speechless. This kind of love, leaves the heart, lost for words. Deep love, paints a work of art. The created feeling, poetry through every emotion. A woman’s heart, a beauty that covers, with the gentlest texture of her love. Men, reveal the texture of your heart; warm, tender, sensitive. Don’t, just let your heart be seen, let it be known, showcasing your deepest love. So, it will be hearts lying, breathless in love’s embrace. When you lay your heart down, kiss love good night. So in the moonlight, love can rock your soul to sleep, and in the twilight, hold every breath tight. And in the morning, love passionately. So, love can whisper into your soul. Your heart, has the right texture!

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