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Love’s Tangible Manifestation!

Don’t ever allow love’s expression to seem performative, not being deeply substantive. Of its expectation, its beauty revealed to one’s soul, of its heartfelt manifestation. Heart and soul aligned, inspired actions refined, of love’s act defined. Of its strong possibility, its crucial realization. Like nothing else, love does something so profound, awakens within our heart its palpable breadth, the strength of its faithful persuasion. Releasing in our soul its supernatural presence, what leaves fear quivering within the midst of love’s tactile glory. The kind that eclipses fleeting wants, becoming just of its desired need. Of its touch, of its essence, of its tangible embrace, the true manifestation of its holistic nature. Beyond emotions, more than words, what palpably seeps, evident. Of real love’s transformative beauty, a heart knowing the whimsical nature of its decorative aura. Made known by the pleasantness of its effects, moving you with strength of its character, the deep breath of its distinct veracity. Love is ornately perceptive, keenly intuitive, not through elaborate words, but visible through the subtlety of its deeds. Love doesn’t brag or boast, will never be impressed by one’s swag, for it offers itself as a meaningful toast. A heart on display, of love its abstract soul bared. Of a tangible love gifted, of one’s heart its manifestation!

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Fire of its Intuitive Breadth!

The intuitive fire within one’s soul will never flame out, when real love is what fuels the fire within one’s heart. So, set ablaze love’s unquenchable fire, with what it profoundly desires; your soul’s passion, your heart’s compassion. The soul not worried about backdraft, but what’s needed to let it consume one’s innermost. Seeping into your bones, until it burns deeper within, burning away every single residue of doubt, that love’s fire can’t sustain one’s deeply felt need to become. A soul on fire rising from ashes like a phoenix, ignited by the true essence of love’s precipitous propellant. The flammable breadth of love, forever kindling the fire within one’s saturated heart!

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Dream Out Loud!

Never give up on you, the child inside, not afraid of dreaming out loud, having dreams within daydreams. Against all odds, childlike confidence wielded like polished pebbles, having a ripple effect that profoundly changes perception. A heart, knowing that hopes brought into the light, lets the dreams in one’s soul shine, illuminate so divine. Dream audibly, contemplate intuitively, humor imaginations instinctively. A heart that chuckles when someone says, broken wings can’t fly. Just smile, marvel how their hearts don’t seem to understand. Wind beneath a heart spread wide, a soul needing just faith to soar, dreams to roar. Why, you never give up, ever give up on you. Never be afraid of from the depth of your belly; you dream out loud. Dreams seeping like an endless river, cascading like a never-ending stream. Love’s deepest truth, dreams revealed. Even if reflective of a dream ordinary, it can still glisten tangibly. Don’t let your dreams be timid, to face your northern star, it’s what keeps inspiring your heart to never give up, ever give up on you. Visions change the world; dreams preserve it through time, to fulfill its purpose. Sometimes, life itself becomes a stumbling block, but the key to unlocking its fulfillment. Deep within your soul, knowing dreams come true when you deeply believe, it will never give up on you. Convince your heart and soul, it’s okay to dream out loud!

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INS (Internal Navigational Spirit)! 

It seems I keep finding myself here, in this place time after time. I don’t hear a clock ticking, just the innate breadth of my heart beating. I just can’t seem to help, being positioned in this way, my heart navigating the deepest matters of love’s sway. Substantive faith, not of blind trust, of love’s endless must, of a heart magnetizable. Courage will perceive, allowing an encouraged heart to proceed, find a way for its love to be forever true. My soul, never entertains tomorrow’s myth; that when I lay my heart down, tomorrow will be the dawn that awakens my soul, but it never shows up. All I’ve ever found, tomorrow perpetually waits within the horizon. My heart realizing, today’s my only tangible constant; love being my intuitive INS, (internal navigational spirit). Lost within love’s embrace, how my heart knows my INS can only steer, could never compel my soul’s heartfelt poetry beyond eMotion. With every encounter of love, the beauty of its allure, pieces of its memoir left etched upon my soul. My heart knowing, life is but a breath, of my soul its acoustic instrument of love, a composition of its rhythmic melody. My love doesn’t wander, it maneuvers life’s breathless wonder. Love, doesn’t allow my heart to stray, my soul’s innermost compass whatever may. For time and time again, my soul continually finds my heart here, gazing through the lens of love’s abstract hourglass. Teaching me how to look within, to see if love’s strength and resilience, still encompasses the depth of my soul? Here I am again, love bringing my heart’s INS to this place, unapologetically exposed!

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Of the Heart!

To provide hope, to be of service, of a loving heart’s desire. Substantive love, tangible of its manifestation, faithful of its dissemination. It doesn’t take bravery to love, it takes courage to fight the urge, to abandon love’s core principles, if sincerely of your heart. Choosing to stay in love, regardless of whatever tries to sway. Not of the way words take its boldest chance, but one’s heart being resolute in an emboldened stance. Boldness compels the heart, but faithfulness propels the will. Till then, it’s not of the heart, of a passing thought. It doesn’t take knowledge to stand up against fear of commitment; it takes an acknowledgment thereof. Conquering fear isn’t about putting up resistance, but one’s heart not building up barriers. Sometimes, trying to shield ourselves from grief, unintentionally our heart loses sight of an indifferent thief, looking to rob of love’s heartfelt belief. Strength of character, the cornerstone of choosing to be of love forever. Not as an act of valor, a fact of love’s actionable veracity. So many say their love is fearless, but when the struggle gets too real. Careless love becomes words misplaced, seeming of a so heartless. Compassion’s truth, of passion’s proof. Love of an elaborate rouge, could never truly be of the heart!

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Freedom’s Verb!

Freedom’s Verb

Freedom a path, winding but designed so one’s heart to earnestly follow. Freedom a place, where feet can’t journey, only the composition of one’s soul, has the fortitude to traverse the breadth of its rugged plain. Freedom a word, but even if deeply held, belief in it can still spell disaster, its framework not being the right context. Freedom a song; many hearts learn the chorus, but yet, its rhythm makes so many loose sight of its most crucial verse; I AM. Genuine freedom, won’t concede to know just its liberty, but demand to have its total liberation: mind, body, soul. We all have the freedom to act, that’s just a fact. The question is this, does your heart and soul’s verbiage, proclaim it has the power to choose: self-governance, or subjugated chains of bondage. Every heart, endowed with the proverbial wings of an eagle, only for them to be clipped, chasing meaningless things. Profound freedom could never come to fruition, until indwelling becomes the essence of love’s heartfelt expression. Freedom’s verb, its independence predicated not just on its existence, but our innermost clinging to its true dependence. Love’s origin story, leaving a deep imprint on the pages of our heart and soul, to resonate until the end of time!

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Self-Governance’s Sway!

*** Meekness, humble strength with intentional fortitude. ***

*** Boldness, confidence withstanding, fear’s combative influence. ***

*** Gentleness, acts of deep affection. ***

*** Kindness, actions with unwavering compassion. ***

*** Faithfulness, love with true vigor. ***

*** Forgiveness, resolute in being, able to release what deeply binds. ***

Falling a step behind, still one’s soul traversing time, every heartbeat resilient to its rhyme, every breath in sync with the rhythm of its chime. One’s heart, racing to understand the depth of love’s sublime. Of moments being so kind, not be in haste until it finds, the reason for your heart’s desire, time after time. Waiting for the moment, for your soul to exhale, your heart resting against love’s breadth, breathless within the goodness of its tender embrace!

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Treasured! 

 

Treasure, your love’s the object of my desire, the jewel that shimmers within the crevices of my heart; I’ve got to have you. Treasure, don’t ever capsize my hopes, unless to show me the riches of a treasured love, found in the deepest places of an ocean. Treasure, my soul will sail the breadth love’s blue yonder, to fathom the essence of its crimson wonder. I will seek your heart day and night, just to glimpse the wealth of its sublime. Treasure, my heart will pursue you with every ounce of being, my now and forevermore. My soul utterly overwhelmed, knowing destiny affords one’s soul the full extent of love’s cherished meaning. Treasure, chart my soul a path to the center of your heart, so I can drown breathless within love’s deepest river. Treasure, give me all of you; passion keeps my heart beating, but pursuit keeps my soul needing. Treasure, you are my precious, my beloved; my treasure trove of love and beauty; worth finding again and again. Treasure, let my soul gaze upon your magnificence, my heart peer into the depth of your innermost, until I’m lost for words. Treasure, oh treasure, what is this? Oh, it seems the tide has turned; love has left my chest wide open, my heart exposed, my soul bared. And now, my heart sails these vulnerable seas, inking the exploits of my soul’s greatest treasure; Love, that beckons to one’s heart and soul! 

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Time’s Succession!

Time waits for no one, doesn’t need anyone’s permission. Its movement progressive, its revolution massive, its impact beyond comprehension. What only time will tell, how hypnotizing its spell, until the hour rings its bell. Time is sensitive, its wisdom perceptive, its characteristic intrusive, its appendage reactive, its actions assertive; but yet, to your feelings susceptive. You can’t change its mind, but this you will find. Even though, you can’t sway hands of time, you can encapsulate its sublime. Don’t call it a crime, when on this side of time; become wasted days, wasted nights. We all get the same, moments in time, with no one to blame. Your heart thinking, time’s the game, your feelings have a hand in persuading. But, time isn’t totally heartless, twenty-four-seven vivid dreams truly endless. Time grants us visions, what a wide open heart receives, the enlightened moments perceived. Time’s strength, its beauty revealed within thus, our enduring light, compels its timeless might. Within the nexus of the soul’s progression, the heart’s fundamental decision, be emboldened by time’s momentous encounter. One’s heart and soul, understanding life’s greatest breadth is realized, through a course of time, propelled by love’s sequence of actionable events!

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Story of two Gladiators!

One, comes armed with words, the other, shows out with deeds. One fixated on wants, the other focused on needs. One’s mind, one’s heart, toe to toe battling, for ultimate supremacy; in life’s gladiator colosseum. The pursuit, not for a show of skill, but perpetual will. The heart, that knows its worth, is totally chill; its soul conveying, peace be still. The mind, unstable in its way, easily be swayed, battling to have its momentary thrill. Thoughts, seeks to outwit, only to be undone, with gentle nudges, love’s bridled bit. You see, it’s not about the contest. Love’s wields its greatest strength, heart and soul equip, with its undeniable context. Oh, mind, don’t mistake a bleeding heart, indicative of a wounded soul. Passion never counts the cost, what compassion will profoundly yield. Heart strategic, a soul deeply pragmatic. Heart and mind, journey to become warriors, for a time such as this. Heart and mind discovering, they’re more powerful, united to combat complacency. Heart and soul, taking captive an indifferent mindset. A thousand battles fought, but ten thousand more will be. Two Gladiators, heart and mind, finding common ground; the art of living with deep scars, but yet fulfilled!

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