Tag: love

Love’s Gallantry!

Love is daring, for it dares to care, even in the most difficult times. So, many hearts give up the fight, give in to flight. Not willing, to let their heart be vulnerable, letting love bare their soul, it’s fearlessness. Love, doesn’t require nerves of steel, an armor to protect its exposed heart of flesh, it wields its compassion valiantly. It’s embolden to be, not admired for its act, but through its benevolent lets its gallantry speak. Life’s battles are won, when indifference is overcome, by the prevailing power of love. Some, put on a brave face, it’s with a brave heart, a conquering spirit is forged. Its determination, wins the day, love’s strength never yielding, to any abstract fear. Love, doesn’t need a fancy repertoire, to be reputable within its own right. Stature, doesn’t make one’s love courageous. Might of its courage, dependent on nothing else, but the strength of its character. With its breadth, its depth discovered, the secrets of its innermost. Love, doesn’t demand of you respect, just offers to you its faithfulness, leaving you to ponder its thoughtfulness. Its boldness, its grit, its fortitude; the essence of its Gallantry!

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I Am a Tree!

I am a tree, my essence that of a seed; my conception, enlightens your perception. I am a tree, deep rooted within thee, nature’s fertile soil. I am a tree, the pinnacle of my stature, within the tentacles of my foundation. I am a tree, my presence realized, existence emphasized. I am a tree, graced by the circle of life, matured in the cycles of growth, deepened by longevity’s hue. I am a tree, wind my muse, light my source, humanity, my oyster. I am a tree, what leaves give way, arms branched sway. I am a tree, rain drenches, love sky opens, time deepens. I am a tree, I stand tall, forever captured by the beauty of autumn’s fall. Sappy my love does seep, cut me, would my soul not bleed? I am a tree, within quality of being, pores oxygenate, life’s enhanced breathed. I am a tree, lifeless limbs, can bear no fruits, but the length, the breadth; love’s depth entrenched within me. Not by chance, but creation’s divine plan, to reinforce belief. I Am, poet-tree!

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Sound Logic! 

The reasoning, heart weighing the logical approach, with sound logic. Two hearts, yet one, defying equatable perception, yet reconcilable, though perceived differences. Two sided discussion, rooted in rationalized engagement, becoming two hearts squared, instinctively. Even minded, leveled headed symmetry, balanced with synergy. Pluses, but yet minus what’s needed, creates lack of cohesiveness, unreasoned within its outcome. Resolve, can never evolve, if relevant logic doesn’t elevate, both heart and mind. Therefore, for two equal but opposite characteristics, to be synchronized positively? Complexity of hearts at odds, logically resolved evaluating the dilemma in its totality. Sometimes, there’s a disconnect, but at some point the reconnect. Finding the common sense connection, what logistically brings to bear a needed resolution. Fixated on the problem, not the pathway to enlightenment, a logical perspective never attained. Short-sided comprehension, never the framework of the heart’s realized understanding. More than what the mind knows, the heart needs to vigorously extrapolate, what becomes of the prudent deduction; love’s inevitability!

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Be design; The Perpetual Allure!

Timeless Classics

Time, representation of movement, showcasing its wheelhouse, the means of its existence. Momentous in its evolution, revolutionary in its ability, to span time’s evolutionary provision. Its song, classical; its style, classy. An historic antique, a display of time’s vintage persona. Its era, a perpetual moment in time!

Her Timeless Glow

The breadth of her glow, emanates the depth of her being. Her intrinsic beauty, the radiance of her presence, the quintessence of her essence. Her timeless glow, perpetual, within her labor of love!

Timeless Display

Traversing time, moves the prevailing hands of time. Breathless it moves, timeless it becomes, life’s perpetual compass. Leading the soul, to encounter its forevermore. With bated breath, with every newly wedded breadth, it was, it is, will yet be-come, the passage of existence!

*By design, a collaboration of my late daughter’s spirit and my soul, giving my heart inspiration to create these designs. Each are pieces of different elements; pictures, drawings, paint swatches, inserted and manipulated within several design apps, together creating the final design. To be a legacy in the making, love’s ornate breadth by design!

*Hope you all enjoy my latest designs, blessings!

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The Script; Ambition’s Creed!

Ambition, makes it a point to live a quiet life, focused on its creed; mind its own business, letting love be at the center of what matters. A heart and soul, not intimidated by hard work, diligent with its devotion. So, one’s daily life may be profoundly blessed, earning the respect of the day. Night’s gaze seeing, ambition’s dependence wasn’t on anything, but what the goodness of Grace yields. Empowered strength, renewed vigor, faithfully in pursuant of tomorrow’s benevolent harvest. Aspirations are dreams, initiatives of one’s hopes. Ambitious perspectives, a zeal with a distinct outlook, substantively real. To another’s disapproval, it does not yield; till desired outcome achieved. Its worth, is its claim, not for fame, but declare. The heart’s will, makes the journey’s pursuit, the objective willed to succeed. Its purpose, not determined by what another seems, but by design, what the heart and soul deems, will build up self-esteem. Ambition’s creed, the passion that resides in its need. The mission more than the moments, that finds its way, into the spaces between!

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Sweet Sixteen; Always, Forever!

Forever, by any other name, will be just as sweet, knowing the fragrance of its essence. Always, by any other definition, still sweetens the sense of its favor. If it’s then, or now, in life’s holistic Forever, the totality of the season, bares its sweet reason, time, is but a distraction. Days, months, years, how love cares, determines how the heart fares. Love is, candle in the wind, the less it flickers, more profound it will Always burn. Every heart, wants their cake, but what does it make, if not layered by the soul’s sweetest desire. Sharing, caring, wishing, upon love’s starlit night, candles illuminate moonlight. Balloons and flowers, chase after the hours, but, it’s in loving moments, Forever’s sweetness, transcend limited chases. Sweet tea, Sweetie, has one thing in common, honey. Every day, I take it to the bank, her love is money. Don’t get it twisted, years has shaken, but steadily if sweetened, Always be stirred. Love, may not Always seem pleasant, but if true, will Forever be pleasing. Hearts are not Always agreeable, but if respectable, Forever makes it acceptable. Words said, not Always delightful, but when spoken in love, Forever makes the journey beautiful! 

Today, is my sweetie’s birthday, she’s sixteen again. Fun fact, thirty eight years ago, the summer of 86 we met, making her sixteenth birthday the first birthday we celebrated together. And though, time reminisces, love’s timeless melody lingers, always and forever!

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Love’s Playground!

Life is an adventure, a journey love provides, with space to play. To park your heart, letting the soul run free; at times recreationally, but always, intentionally. Hide and seek, what hearts play, trying to evade being noticed, worth guarded against the unknown. But, when you’ve been seen, that’s the moment your heart knows, it no longer has to hide. Hash-Tag, you’re it, the one to share the most intimate places of the soul. Life’s whimsical beauty, hand in hand with love’s playful hue. Its freedom, laugher, the amusement; friendship’s muse. Heart to heart, skipping within life’s moments. The heart knowing how to the soul frolic, hopscotching love’s ease, throwing caution to the wind. In the ups and downs, the bar set, embracing the love you get. Real love, doesn’t need to play games, it’s unparalleled. He saw, she saw, life’s a seesaw, heart’s traversing grassy plains. The tangible moments, leaves the soul breathless. Young at heart, just a state, never the debate. It doesn’t let fate, dictate, the role love plays. Life, love’s favorite merry-go-round, breadth revolving, the story evolving; endearingly throughout heart and soul, love’s playground!

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The Greatest!

When moment dawns, love’s essence becomes, what awakens my heart, to my sunshine. And therefore, my soul rises with love’s light. It’s another day, to do what’s right, wield love’s greatest might, with all my heart. Without love, tides never change, allowing time to enlighten. Because of love, hope is never lost, but yet, comes at a cost, will ask of your faith. But in return, it gives you the power, to vanquish lingering doubts. Love strengthens resolve, keeps the soul involved, with matters of the heart. There’s no separation in love, it’s not six of one, half a dozen of the other. If, love is therefore the greatest, how can the sum be less than; but completely whole, absolute in its fullness. Time doesn’t change it, space could never confine it, but the heart can refine it. Love’s benevolence, emboldens its quintessence, empowered by its greatness. Without love, blue horizons as far as the heart could see, would drown within the soul’s deep blue sea. Meaning; “if love the within a heart loses focus, deep hurt drowns the love, the soul no longer able to fathom the unintended, the blues within the heart.” Without love, moments are wasted, meaningless if not heartfelt. Love never truly fails, our own hubris what fails love. From the moment the heart awakes, all it needs is love, to let the soul feel its embrace. Enabling the heart to bear, what the soul needs to bare. The love deep within, displayed as the greatest!

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She is, More than… 

Fragments, even within fragments of life’s story, the breadth of her worth remains untold. Broken, even when she’s found absolutely broken, her heart refuses to be, perceived less of. Pieces, even when she feels in shattered pieces, she’s never beside herself. Looking at what was, but what has become, of her heart’s resilience. Burst, even if her reign burst into tears, her love is never depleted. When her heart swells, she draws from the well, to replenish her soul. Torn, even if the day’s battle tore her heart to shreds, she goes to bed vowing. Tomorrow, even if her soul’s in tatters, she will rise up again like a warrior, with whatever strength her love can wield. Unravel, even if her world seems to be unraveling, don’t underestimate her courage, to tie a bow in it, and look fabulous at the same time. Fear of the unknown, will never make her unyielding love, be less than. Crushed, even if the weight she carries, leaves her feeling crushed, she will never throw in the towel. With love in her corner, ring the bell, her love is her tell. Even if, it’s round thirty of one hundred, she will never give up, nevertheless. Brokenness, will never refine, what it can’t define, the beauty within. And as such, She is, More than… what you perceive!

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Victory’s Philosophy!

Victory, transcends plight, knowing how to inherently fight. It doesn’t rely on sight, to wield its enduring might. Victory doesn’t need brawn, to overcome stigma, its stamina triumphs overwhelming blight. Victory doesn’t strive to be admired, it thrives being influential. Like a flower, it blooms not because of will, but a deep rooted willingness, to be a fertile display despite what looms. Its success, not a byproduct of luck, but its robust philosophical pursuit, the empowerment of mind, body, and soul. Victory, doesn’t frown with agony of defeat, but reinvigorates its breadth, ignited by the fire within. Victory, happily gives up the mantle, to endow another’s worth, with the encouragement to pursue its victor’s crown. Victory, doesn’t focus solely on winning, but ultimately defeating, fear of the unknown. Victory, not beholden to will power, dependent on the heart’s fervor, to embolden the soul’s desire. Victory, achieves its necessary consequence, revealed within the quintessential truth of its purpose. The accomplishment of victory’s creed, be mild and meek, to attain what it seeks. Victory, doesn’t just think it can, but believes it will, letting its actions prove. Victorious living yields the mind philosophically, motivates the soul intuitively, making victory’s resilience prevail, Naturally!

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