Just, a little bit of your love, blows the mind. To my heart, it’s dynamite. With every embrace, every little bit more. The soul becomes, completely overwhelmed. But yet, a little will do, but for a little while. Between every encounter, heart and soul will surely do, our little dance. Until breathlessness becomes, everything. The heart poured out, love filling up. Every little ounce, overflowing in depth. A deep river, one with the deepest ocean. Sunday to Saturday, day after day. A little nostalgia, the heart growing fonder, love becoming a little deeper. A little intoxication, love with the truest affection. Never leaves love, feeling a bit shaken, just forever stirred. Twenty four, seven; love truly more, than just a little!
A heart, wrapped in the most precious love. A moment in time, that can never be captured, in a hallmark rendition. Love’s kiss, in the beautiful exchange. Love, swaddled in a blanket of hope, and grace. Words, formed in the truest priceless text-ture. Wrapped, to be displayed in the pages of time. The timeless tale, expounded profoundly. Every verse, absolute to the end of time. The fabric of love, gently covers your soul. Wrapping your heart, with the most endearing warmth. A feeling, not even the sands of time, could never erase. Every breath, held tightly. The peace, swaddling your soul, with awe and wonder. The ribbons of truth, tethering the heart, with boundless joy. The night light shines, love hovers in the quiet. Swaddled love, the gift-wrapped up, but yet unveiled. For all heart to know the depth, now, and forevermore!
Love in action, steps into the spotlight. Not with an already seen performance, but with a genuine display, of love and affection. Love in stages, the heart playing a significant role. One act, only sets the scene. The Who, what, when, where, but the why; without question. If to be, or not to be… faithful. Who, should see the love, everyone. What, was the motive, love unconditional. When, should love be displayed, always. Where, did the love originate, the heart. Why, should there always be an encore? To demonstrate, love could never truly act. Until the heart is moved, by strength of character. To show how love in action, can leave you breathless. Love has a background, so the backdrop, can shine a radiant light, that leaves an afterglow. Doesn’t matter the stage, where your love is at. It’s still, a heart becoming… shaped by the soul. Love, not aligned with the stars, but the breadth therein, holding love’s starry gaze. In love, I have, we have, every heart has a part to play. Here, in our humanity, every heart has a starring role. Don’t ever hesitate, to let your heart get into character. No script, should ever be needed. For the love, to be heartfelt!
Love in stages, has a point to it. The development, a heart going through the necessary phase. Moments in time, a period, becoming part of love’s journey. The heart, reaching a particular juncture. Where every stage, requires another self examination. A search of the heart, will stretch the love, until it covers. The choice, to be, or not to be. A heart has a platform, but love gives it a voice. Love, doesn’t need the right forum. For the heart to be at a stage, showcasing a just decorum. Thy lips, cannot speak, unless thy heart, gives it words. With love, if your heart isn’t in it? Then how, can the love truly show, what’s inside? Love in its truest action, avoids the drama. For the love to not be seen, as a staged production. In the right setting, love doesn’t need the perfect context, for the feeling to be the right texture. Even if love, unperformed in action? Never let it be, an act seen too many times. Love in stages, a heart forever in the spotlight. Reciting affirmation, reciprocating the love. So the breadth, has its own love story, to tell!
A heart, determined not be deterred, by the circumstance, becomes. Every season, leaves bottled up emotions. When love is poured, the water flows, the rivers deepen. Love’s, deepest encounters. Leaves depth of soul, deeply moved. Nothing missing, when the perspective changes. Love, becoming everything, so profound. Breath is taken, love is given. The heart pours, to let the soul receive. In the pressing, in the crushing… moments. Fear of the unknown, soothed by love’s true essence. The fullness, like water refreshing the soul, with new wine. Forever changed, heart and soul. In the stillness, it’s a heart becoming. A heart, tethered to love’s endearing vine. A soul, thirsty to savor the best, of love’s sweetest moments. For real love has a quality, that doesn’t seek to impress. Just looks for an opportunity, to humbly serve, love’s true delight. Love is the water, when poured from the depth, becomes like the finest wine. Though, a jar of clay, a heart can live, its best life. When love is seen, as the perfect glue. Love instructs, the heart reveals. Power released, love unveiled. An exquisite heart, will reserve their most tasteful love. For everyone, to freely enjoy. The water, becoming the wine, so divine!
“Jesus replied, “My dear one, don’t you understand that if I do this, it will change nothing for you, but it will change everything for me! My hour of unveiling my power, has not yet come. ” Mary then went to the servers and told them, “Whatever Jesus tells you, do it!” Nearby stood six stone water pots meant to be used for the Jewish washing rituals. Each one could hold about twenty gallons or more. Jesus came to the servers and instructed them, “Fill the pots with water, right up to the very brim.” Then he said, “Now fill your pitchers and take them to the master of ceremonies.” And when they poured out their pitchers for the master of ceremonies to sample, the water had become wine! When he tasted the water that had become wine, the master of ceremonies was impressed with its quality. (Although he didn’t know where the wine had come from, only the servers knew.) He called the bridegroom over and said to him, “Every host serves his best wine first, until everyone has had a cup or two, then he serves the cheaper wine. But you, my friend, you’ve reserved the most exquisite wine until now!”” John 2:4-10 TPT
I believe, I believe in you. I believe, friends could never be. If love, didn’t first exist… between, time and space. Though, we can’t touch the sky. I believe, a heart can fly, if given wings. I believe, a soul can truly soar, with faith beneath the breadth. Yes, I do believe, there’s a heaven, beyond sight unseen. I believe, from within a mother’s womb, a soul is predestined. To know life, conceives the destiny, love concedes your worth. I believe, a heart chases butterflies. To see how beautiful, having wings can be. When fear, flies to the northern star, like a dove. I believe, when a heart comes to you, wrapped in love. Earnest, becomes the tender moments. When nights, are long and cold, hope is a gentle whisper. Saying, you don’t have to Fake it, your heart can Take it. You just have to believe, and faith will help you Make it, though many rivers. You have to go through, what your heart needs to go through. So, next time you will Know it, believing is the gift. That keeps regifting, your heart in the reassurance. Believing, profoundly more attainable, than just wishing. I believe, that even though tears fall. In the midst of the rain, hope takes your disappear, to the light. The fear of failure, hides when sees your heart, has a fire burning; in the darkest moments. I believe, if you count it all joy. Heartache, will be just a season, that brings with it change; for you to believe. When you have love in your heart, being vulnerable; will never mean hopeless. Seeing, for the first time. Means a heart, believing forever. I believe, we have the power. A heart unrestrained, to believe there’s a light, shining within. If the day, comes and takes your breath? Then, let my heart; Believe for you, and me!
Don’t assume, my hand and my mind, collaborates to pen, words for my muse. They don’t dictate, to how deep the river flows. A heart conditioned, doesn’t allow the mind and body. To affect what heart and soul, needs to be perfectly clear. A heart, very much in control, of what’s said, and done. The heart bleeds, the mind concedes, as love dictates. The pen flows, the ink reveals. A love story, in every verse. Pumping the brakes, won’t change the trajectory. Love has a mission, to let every heart know the gravity, within a breathless love. A strong heartbeat, still needs to be a heart, with a sustaining love. A steady rhythm of love, what moves every heartbeat, beyond the average 60 to 100 beats per minute. Off the charts, a heart with a profound condition. The love, moves beyond words. The heart, the fifth largest organ in the body, but pound for pound the strongest. It’s not muscles, that defines a warrior, it’s the heart. As for, me and my soul. Don’t assume, what collaborates to pen, words for my muse. My truest love, the only thing that remedies, a Heart Conditioned, to bleed… Love, from the deepest place!
Yesterday, I started my today, found my tomorrow. That’s when, my heart started beating again. The breadth of love, where you can find my soul, living in the depth. In the wake, every breath remembers to say, Good morning, Son. Shine, in my soul again. In my heart, Your love won’t cast a doubt, will never be outshined. Every day, before my mind get ahead of my heart. I pray, the Father, always sends His love. Starting today, my heart won’t race ahead of grace. Joy, goes before every breath. Peace, waits for me in the stillness. My armor, yesterday it helped my heart, battle what became. Today, it held my breath so so tight. Tomorrow, to be, or not to be. Though the questions, love becoming, the righteous fight. To not let tomorrow, hope lost in between the shadows. Why, my heart reminds my soul; what love did for me, yesterday. The history, all the times, love showed up to be my everything… today. Food for thought, food for my soul; love, for a hungry heart. Yes, starting today; I will again let love lead the way, be the only swayed. For love, helps the heart to breathe, and be. Gives your soul the breadth, to again spread your wings. Starting tonight, when lay my heart down, to rest my soul. Deep in love’s embrace, dreams are released, through the ambiance. In the darkness, through the twilight. In the morning, may my heart do again, what it does best; rise, and shine. So, what I did yesterday, will have no relevance. To what my heart does today, and needs to again be tomorrow. Faithful is a choice, so intentional can become. Love, be our Shalom. Starting Today, and forevermore!
Growing, my heart lived in silent rivers, hid between shadows. You might think, too many years like that, leaves a heart drowning in loneliness. But, that’s where a boy of few words, learned how love’s true breadth, becomes your deepest breath. Coming out for moments, my heart found it didn’t need breaths of air, to live in my introverted world. A heart predestined, will never be able to let futile habits, change your destiny. In the waiting, how my soul learned how to exhale, love’s deeper meaning. In the stillness, where love holds your breath, and breathes for you. So in the wake, it becomes your everything. Hours turned into days, the years became forever. In the mature years, a man comes to realize; though a few good men, can change the world. But, within the quiet beauty, the love of a virtuous woman. Doesn’t change your path, but becomes part of a love story. In the reign, love will shower your soul, with an ocean of blessings. A man of few, his story enriched, with a deepened love. The title, the beginning, the end; about love. Every chapter, with the same character, love becoming. The story, repeating over and over. Every page turned, the love becomes deeply written. Though the ink bleeds, a few words, won’t tell the tale. How a boy, of few words. Became a man, telling a love story, about a love Divine. You don’t, have to understand the depth. Understand, how the love becomes breathless. And can still manage to leave, a heart with a few words!
First and foremost, thank you; just because. My heart, far from perfect. That just means, there’s room; to be profoundly affected. Be perfected, by a greater love, thank you. Your love, the breadth within our lungs. Your peace, breathes through the soul. I’m not always strong, but in you, I AM. Why I need your strength, to carry my heart, from glory to glory. In the daily battles, when the heart is under fire. Your love, climbs into the trenches, to defend our worth. Though, so many have sleepless nights. In the shadows, Your love hovers. Holds every breath, through the twilight, until it dawns. You will never, leave our worth forsaken. In the stillness, there’s a gentle whisper, saying rise… again. Thank you, for captivated heart. Love illuminates, the dark, capture the imagination. The past, just a reminder, within You; everything, will be alright. You have, the whole world, the universe in your hands. In the darkness, Your love shines the brightest, beautifully. A prevailing words, of love echoes in the chasm. True change, not reflected by an outward lens. It’s seen, through an inward reflection. Love, thank you; for showing us, we’re enough. In every season, love will forever be. An endless feast, for a hungry soul. Flaws, and scars don’t define, what deep love, will surely refine. Thank you, for giving hearts a voice, here, now. Every love language, needs a breathless love story. Thanks, Giving; it’s Your Heart, Full with so much Love!
“He answered, Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength, with all your mind; and Love your neighbor, as yourself.” Luke 10:27 NIV
Like the sun rising, hopes and dreams, in every new horizon. Like the stars shining, love reflects, a beautiful light. Like a vigorous wind, love moves profoundly, takes your breath. Every beat of your heart, racing to catch, the breadth. To my soul, love spoke deeply, walls fell. Crumbled, like a sandcastle. Like a child, love breathed, lets new hope arise. The heart, feeling love’s presence, hovering. That won’t let the heart, wander out of the reach, of love’s gentle touch. Whispers of love, heard in the stillness. A heart wanting nothing else, but every breath held forever, in love’s deep embrace. A song of love, singing a sweet melody. Rock-a-bye, heaven is near. A soul, cradled in the arms of love. At night, when your heart is laid down. Love is the story, to rest your soul on, through the twilight. When love breathes deep, when love speaks deeply. Chains break, walls fall down, crumble into the ocean. A soul overwhelmed, a heart lost for words. In love’s presence, the heart is changed, with every breath taken!
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