Tag: love

Motivation’s Journey; the Clarity!

With one more breath, with one more step, one more day; clarity reveals itself, to the heart’s understanding. Journey to clarity, encountering the clarity of love’s zenith. Seeing how love doesn’t peak, it evolves. Evokes  joy in chaos, invokes peace in the madness. Even, within moments of tainted peripheral, love’s shines its celestial hue. Promises, sometimes let you down, but clarity through the lens of love, the heart holds no ill feelings. Love, likened to a rock, on which one’s faith can stand, clarity to see beyond the moment, embrace love’s horizon. Anchor hopes, tether dreams. No heart, could ever reach love’s pinnacle, without conceding to its sublime wonder. Its highest point, the point where one’s heart won’t allow its clarity to unveil. Love, doesn’t hold one’s breath, but takes it to an enlightened state. Clarity, interjecting the beauty of its ornate breadth, the heart taken to heights unknown. Love’s journey, one’s soul seeing with a renewed perspective. Knowing the only way to get there, what the heart must go through. Love’s enlightenment paving the way, clarity becoming its heartfelt sway!

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Song Inspired; She’s Like the Wind!

What’s a heart to do, when your breath is taken, when your mind is blown beyond words, being a shift in your soul’s perception. When within the proverbial forest, its sway leaves your soul panting; heart knowing at any moment, it’s another breathless encounter. What do you do, your heart trying to play it cool, thinking it’s a breeze, but every heartbeat bracing for its subtlety; not to be totally swept away, into the depth of its whirlwind. Like that of the wind, unbeknownst, her love poised to take your heart captive, she doesn’t know what’s being done. Wind, what’s your agenda, is it to alter my soul’s artificial intelligence of love? Like how the wind undulates, true love is naturally perceptible, perceptive especially. Its actions particular, the nature of its aura peculiar. Within your soul the knowing, I can feel it coming, in the air tonight; she’s like the wind. Fragrance of her love, her breath felt breathing into your soul, her presence feeling close, moving your heart in another daydream. Even at distance, proximity of her love tangible, your soul touched by love’s warm embrace. This I know, love hovers in the stillness of your soul, your heart anchored within a place of needing; tethered to love’s heartfelt truth. The question, living without her, would your heart go insane? Strength of her essence, capturing your gaze, taking you by the heart, leading you throughout the moonlight. What’s a heart to do, moved profoundly by its gentle gust, your soul, letting its gusto be… On the breadth of its allure, does the wings of my heart soar. Wind, tell it to my heart, am I the only one? Love, the convergence of forty years, but it doesn’t seem I was; just a fool to believe, she’s like the wind! 

She’s like the wind, a song by Patrick Swayze and Wendy Fraser. Released in 1987, on the soundtrack to the film Dirty Dancing.

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Wednesday Proverb; Consider Love!

With every encounter, give thought, how every brush against someone’s heart, how it paints a portrait of your soul. Consider it joy, that with every textured graze, love seeps to make the moment enlightened. Think it beautiful, seeing how love’s nature unfold, does it capture the heart with a breathless hold? Contemplate every decision, so the application of words leaves an engaged heart at ease. Consider the lilies, how its fragrance incentivizes the heart’s awareness. Search your heart when considering, from within will love seep, revealing the undeniable hue of its essence. Bear in mind, one’s heart is a mirrored reflection of one’s character. So therefore, be mindful of actions, they speak revealing the content of one’s soul, give context to the love texturized within. Every day, position your heart, where its posture can easily be repositioned, if needed. Whenever, to the heart lines seem blurred, the mind thinks why ponder, what provokes? Listen, to wisdom’s small still voice, it will always say; in all you, consider love!

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Family, We Are!

Unconditional love, reveals itself in the best of times, even in the worst of times, especially in times of need; for we are. It doesn’t matter, if our hearts are the nearest, if love given the dearest. We, could never be people divided, if hearts connected, souls living in harmony. Prospering together, united forever, heartfelt humanity. As brothers, as sisters, as kindred spirits; sharing our hearts, our hopes, our love story being our bond, to infinity and beyond. Family, not about eyes wide open to see, but one’s heart, not closed off to perceive, letting the heart receive. True love, never needs a reason to be, just the desire to cleave. Heirs, and joint heirs, hearts giving the best of. Differences, doesn’t make our perception unique, it just makes our perspective indicative, of who we are deep down. Family, lift each other up, stand in the gap, to be a pillar of strength, hence. Sheath tolerance, and love will surely wield expectance. “If pricked, shall not one’s heart bleed? If tickled, shall one’s soul, not laugh out loud?” Live long and prosper, together; not a figment of science fiction, but love’s noble quest, where togetherness boldly goes!

Family; people, or group of peoples, regarded as deriving from a common race; human. An extended hand, is a heart, extended!

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Love’s Sappy Hue! 

Sappy love, seeps with a distinct texture, the soul drenched in the aura of love’s tapestry. Never needing a particular occasion, to tap into its quintessence, hence. Melting heart and soul, with the ambiance of its warmth. Every day, love, gives an open heart its due, its essence laid gently on the soul, the dawn of its breathless dew. Love’s sappy hue, one’s heart, not missing the forest for the trees. Love that drips tenderly, captivates the soul’s gaze, the heart becoming its perpetual muse. Like that of pure maple syrup, tasty love coats the breadth of one’s soul. Enhancing the shades of one’s heart, with the nectar of love’s divine fragrance. Beauty of its enchanted hue, found within the depth of its sappy allure, love’s sweet cure!

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Dearest Love!

My Dearest love, within the depth of my soul, rest the virtue of thy charm. Deep within thy arms, you are my heart, but I don’t have to write that here. Every day, again and again you search within my soul, see if my love is pure. Dearest love, my heart would never presume, to say your meaning is just a verb. Dearest love, doesn’t need a special time, or space; deep love flows constant, a deep river. On the tip of my heart, words etched within the crevices of my being, love’s essence spills inked. Valiant love, defies time’s wishes, one’s soul the muse of thy rhyme. Roses red, violets misty blue, my heart’s love true. Dearest, you’ve captured my imagination, taken my every breath, lingering to become my, entire heart and soul. They say, sharing is caring, but my soul says, daring is preparing, one’s heart to be of love’s service, forever and always. Love is a connection, a bond never to be broken; never-the-less, but more than. LOVE, forgive me, if my words seem bold, the half not yet told. For I am, my heart is, draped in the fabric of thy intimacy. Thy beautiful texture, unveiled my soul, makes known thy endearing might. My dearest love, my heart is utterly lost for words. These words, a mere breadth of my heart, versed in the tapestry of thy crimson hue. For my heart’s sake, bare my soul, let thy passion be, the confessions of my undying love! 

Yours irrevocably!

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Frugal Heart!

I have a frugal heart, but my love never cheap, it reaps because it sows. Love is an investment, to my sweet lady, give it generously; no wasted days, wasted nights. Cherish the love we have, cherish the life we live. Love is the truest wealth, my frugal heart has it in abundance, and I’m, saving all my love for you, a heart in need. Pennies a day, penny lover, my love won’t cost a thing; penny for my thoughts, your love has so enriched my soul. Oh, if I can be so bold, no change is needed. If truth be told, you’ve given so much love to this frugal heart of mine. Excess love, my frugal love is, the entire sum that affords my heart and soul. My heart, would surely have no worth, if all the riches in the world were what caused my soul to be bankrupt. My frugal love, would never cost any heart a dime, or be eclipsed by time. My heart, frugal for one inherent reason, my love would be enough, available always. Many hearts, spend so much energy chasing after things, that when the time comes their love is spent, their heart was never frugal. A frugal heart, never careless with its words, or its provision. Love seeps, so not to overwhelm with the breadth of its portion. Love’s doesn’t deprive, it derives from its frugalness, found within the beauty of its bounty!

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Wednesday Proverb; Love’s Forte!

Courage to become, strength to be, resides within the depth of love’s wheelhouse. A heart’s resilience, not derived from knowing how to exist, but every heartbeat knowing how to thrive. Valiant love, draws mightily from its quiver, wielding confidently from the sheath of thy heart, to slay one’s fears. One’s heart and soul, doesn’t need an impenetrable armor to withstand. Just an unyielding confidence, to stand thy ground, in the face of adversity. Arrows drawn, will thus pierce the fabric of one’s mind, but never reaches the heart of one’s fortified beliefs. Overcoming slings and things, undergirded by the breadth of your soul’s forte. A heart, excels not by its ability, but the essence of its inevitability. The most vulnerable part of what cuts deep, not what leaves you wounded, but the thrust of what penetrates your beliefs the deepest. Having, the fortitude to keep your forte intact, compelling one’s soul to take heart, when circumstances test your soul’s resolve, the echoes of its vigor resounding. Hopes and dreams, encounter the right perception not by chance, but of an intentional understanding, acquiring the right perspective. Deep love, intuitive hilt to the tip of its sphere, its brilliance revealing the beauty of its totality; love’s forte! 

“For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, mutual affection; and to mutual affection, love. For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.” ‭‭2 Peter‬ ‭1‬:‭5‬-‭8‬ ‭NIV‬‬ – Feb 5, 2025 

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Island and Streams!

In the middle of life’s journey, island, and streams. Where, silent rivers run deep, traversing the breadth therein, along the sands of time. My island, submerged within the midst of love’s deepest ocean. Its unfathomable depth, lies deep within a peace I’ve come to know. A place, my soul calls home, a love my heart hones. Love’s quiet streams, cascading gracefully, flowing deeply. Warm tropical islands, breathless shores, footprints in the sand, hand in hand. Love carries, breath sustains, gaze captures, by the beautiful riverside. Tender love is divine, its dedication sublime, stand the test of time. Islands and stream, no waves in-between, for love casts its reprieve. Hearts relying on each other, one heart to another, holding its word, sailing love’s horizon. When moments seem, coraled stream’s edge, jagged water’s ridge, never deserted island’s pledge. An island with everything, still nothing if you’ve got no one, to make its streams become something, refreshing. So, row, row, row love’s boat gently down the stream, merrily it finds hopes and dreams. A heart, not letting its soul lose sight of what matters, what deepens life, broaden one’s intuitive sea; beyond islands, within streams!

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