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Home!

Home, where the heart is, where love provides for one’s soul. I have a house, but, that’s not when I feel, at home. I have a place, to lay head, rest my weary heart, but not the moments, my soul is at ease. I have acquired much abundance, but food not what fills me, deep love what fulfills. In my house, I have many rooms, in which freedom to be, do whatever the heart feels, but, that would never be a home, unless love what makes room. My house, has things to keep thoughts entertained, of sight and sound. Yet, they could never convey, that it’s not the content of one’s home, that values the true essence of its worth. Every soul within, context that it brings, breadth of love’s heartfelt kin; providing all its warmth within. My soul feels, my heart peels, back the layers to what that reveals, wages of love’s essential hue. If, sharing is caring, then daring is preparing; your soul to have room. There’s no perfect home, love makes imperfections feel homey. A heart, truly at home, awakens at the cusp of every dawn; feeling beautifully drenched, of love’s breathless dew. A soul knowing, life is but a breath, live it well. Home, the heart’s safe place, its hideaway, soul’s constant provision. An anchor in life’s storms, making available love’s oxygen. Moments are, what moments become, love’s intended sum; home, in one’s heart!

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Loving Tender! 

Love, sway me tender, sway my heart true. Stir me neat, pour into my soul sweet, hold my gaze complete. Never let me go, but oh, release me again and again. Only to be once more, arrested by your sweet embrace. Love, oh love, invade my thoughts, captivate my heart, with the breadth of thy sublime. Gentle is thy grace, but so impatient my heartbeat’s haste, be so elated by the echo thy profound sway. Stay, keep wayward perceptions at bay; be my heart’s endless host. Tender love, love so tender; holding me so close, I surrender. Don’t let anything, come between to hinder, fan the flames, let it be more than cinder. Loving true, my soul has just one plea. Ask of me, you see; my heart belongs to thee. Offer my soul no reprieve, except of my heart no excuse, of being love’s tenderhearted muse. Love, it’s you, in me playing it so cool, when my mind acts a fool. Whisper into my soul, tell it to my heart; living is so much easier, because you move my heart and soul, in such a loving sWay. Within the depth of my soul’s gaze, my heart so amazed; how tender you make my daze. Caring, darling, sharing; love, my tenderness is you, my soul’s poetic hue. Making my life, deeply beautiful, tender!

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Wednesday Proverb; Fresh Encounter!

With fresh eyes, the nuances of love, perceived through a wide open heart. A fresh look, encountering the true beauty of life, through a brand new perspective. A vigorous outlook, experiencing the tapestry of love’s ornate essence. The organic nature of its blessing, found within a fresh take on what will sway, the unconventional ways of its textured characteristics. Optimistic living, what perpetuates wholehearted giving. Hopefulness in its perpetual ways, paints a lifelike mosaic. The canvas of one’s heart brushed, baring its soul profoundly. Every glance through the light of love’s lens, seeming a fresh encounter, its beautiful hue. The close encounter, beyond what feelings don’t discern, what words won’t convey. That, only one’s heart having a fresh revelation, will it truly be revealed; revolutionary new beginnings, require substantive faith. If, just the heart-felt, belief past tense, requiring another refreshed comprehension. One’s soul, coming to the realization, evidenced within one’s renewed beliefs. Uncommon perceptions, will profoundly befuddle, mundane deceptions. Fresh hope, a heartfelt relished rendezvous, giving your heart a deeper enlightenment. Life, encountered a new, one’s heart and soul, knowing its transformative breadth of; love’s fresh encounter!

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Its Deep River!

Many years ago, my heart, fell into a deep river, and oh, my soul, fathoms the breathless depth of its ocean. The nuances of its essence keeps, from my being it seeps, breathless every night my soul sleeps. Deeper in my heart falls, more profound the river’s echo calls. Years ago, my heart dove into a deep river, now, drowning how my soul breathes. Within its deepness, my soul gasp in its overflow, living elated within its immersive state, more exceedingly my heart’s breathlessness shows. Some time ago, my heart jumped into a deep river. Wholehearted the lunge, to the depth this river, my soul made the bottomless plunge. Never pondering sink or swim, just desiring if provoked would, be the water stirred within what could, be my soul’s fathomable breath. Love’s endless river, my heart knows it a fathomless ocean. Every day, by the riverside, love waits for my soul, at the edge of tomorrow. Beckoning heart to come, spill into its deep river. And together, traverse the breadth of love’s peaceful shores. And when, forevermore finds me drowned, in its measureless bliss. My soul deeply knowing, love’s deep river wasn’t impressed when I fell, when I dove, or when I jumped. The only thing that truly mattered, when my heart, breathlessly descended!

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Imperfection’s Bliss!

Perfection’s myth, imperfection this, of love’s divine kiss. A humble heart, knowing its presence, emboldened by the essence in one’s soul. One’s life so moved, by its the unintended mist. Undesirable features, not of what imperfection chooses, but of the confidence an unrestrained heart oozes. One’s heart, knowing its worth has nothing to prove, what heartfelt moments could never diss. Imperfections, demonstrate just this, flaws with walls, surface in of itself. A moment for one’s heart to texturize its soul’s mural, a mosaic portrayal extraordinaire. Imperfection, too hip to be square, perfection wouldn’t dare. Like, vapors within the wind, wayward perceptions alter, a fluent sway reshaping heart’s perspective. Through lens of hope, blemished dreams are made possible, obtained tangible. Love’s textured perfection thus, imperfectly perfect though us; celebrate its breathless beauty as this, imperfection’s picturesque bliss!

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Playful Words; Old Sole!

My shoes, indicative of an old sole; years are irrelevant, tears inevitable. Fear, plays no role in determining, my sole’s worth. This old soul of mine, stitched, enriched. Etched deep within my being; I am, an old soul. Wise beyond years, because, deeply love peers. Helping my soul, withstand cascading tears. At the crux, of life’s systematic flux, love’s enduring nexus. On the other foot, with situation reversed; will always put best foot forward, to walk a mile. Within depth of my sole, weariness takes its toll. Some days, I slip into the day with ease, but mostly, I lace up my heart, tangibly gird my soul. So juxtapose, when life’s briskness sways, brushing up against my sole. My heart, won’t be at risk tripping, over a wayward ego. Days, when the sun doesn’t shine, love’s endearing reign seeps, causing my whether proofed soul, become drenched… deeply. Every day, the never ending quest, not to beat my chest, but pass love’s endless test. My sole’s conquest, my heart knowing; distance overcomes the miles. Love isn’t a contest, but heartfelt moments, swayed by its soulful context. In living, we ponder bodies getting buffed, not realizing, our souls are getting scuffed. Acting tuff, until someone calls our bluff; our facade wearing it well, but our posture has its tell. To those whom we love, we must be willing to bare our soul, show our vulnerability. Soles of our feet, taking the first step, towards healing, enlightenment. Oh, my soul, reminiscing the days of old, of a sole so bold; rejecting capitulation, longevity’s toil. New horizons, life’s traversing of an old sole, one’s heart journeying to deep places. Revealing the fabric of your soul’s innermost; wherewith, love’s instrumental means are found. With every step taken, unearthing its enableable breadth, love’s sublime meaning!

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Perpetual Bloom!

Of a perpetual bride, her heart cannot hide, her soul, drowning within love’s crimson tide. Her soul swept away, perpetually blushing, love knows her name. For no reason, her heart moved to tears, reminiscing the years, endearing love soothing her fears. Her mind never pondering, heart never wondering He loves me, he loves me not; does he truly love me? Oh, her love, isn’t tied up in knots. His love, not words, deeply says all her heart needs to know; I love you, dearly. Therefore, why would she ever bridle her tears? When, never-ending, they never need a reason; to winter, spring, summer, Fall. Her perpetual bloom, knows love doesn’t need April showers; to behold love blossoming beautifully. Love’s ageless stream, cascading through her; a deep river woman, is she. Her heart, beaming breathlessly. Her soul, reinvigorated inhaling its scent, love’s perpetual loom. Telling her softly, provoking her to once again; unbridled her heart and soul, jump the broom. Be one, with a heart well groomed, who forever makes room, never allowing love to assume. And even though, a heart’s posture will shift its position. Deep down, devoted love the never-changing decision; fertile love, needs room to bloom. Knowing, perpetual battles, just perennial cycles, which needs love’s perpetual breadth. To make every deep chasm moment, be what true love only fathom. Tethered hearts, still falling into love’s wedded bliss. Its glory, its story, its timeless muse; of love’s perpetual bloom!

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Internationally, a Woman!

Her heart, her soul, not a mystery, internationally. Her fame, her name, within her essence; her motherhood, her sisterhood, her womanhood. Within, between, even among many, yet different; her individuality. Her heart hovers, her love mothers. Her personification, her representation. Her worth, her quintessence; her true beauty, internally. Hospitable her, giving you her soul. Life shapes, her love seeps, her heart bleeds. The breadth of her love, resounds profoundly, moves deeply. A man’s perspective, does nothing to elevate her position. Knowing a woman’s worth, will enlighten his perception… of love. Her heart feels, her love breathes, her resilience glows. In her words, her tenderness. In her tenderness, her love. Within her love, her heart. Within her heart, her strength. In her strength, her courage. Within her courage, her power. In her power, her resolve; love without strings. Her heart seeks, her soul speaks; her poetry in motion. Every day, she rises to the challenge, give the best of her love, intentionally!

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