Safe and sound, forever will be. In the stillness, within love’s serenity, breadth is known. In my quiet place, within the depth of my soul, time and space. In my escape, in my secret place, the rendezvous. Where my love breathes, my heart concedes, breathless will be. Here, I’m alone, but will never be. I’m in the presence of, my soul captured by the nuance, in love’s quintessence. The power of love, it holds you, demands of you; never waste the days. Let joy fill, the words spill, the love overflow. Love’s mosaic, pieces of the wonder. How love preserves, how time fades. My spirit, rest in love’s constant. The desire, my quantifiable continuum. Your love is suspended, hovering within the wind. You are my breath, the air within my lungs. Misty, not having you here, close to my heart. Moist, my eyes would profoundly become. The essence of your love, lingers within my soul. Why, be alone with my thoughts, when your love is near. Here, touching every part of my soul, you are my heart!
As a newborn, head to toe, bathed her with gentle love. As a toddler, lavished her with endearing warmth. Like oil, poured out on her love’s essence, swaddled her within our affection. Our baby’s tears, distinct with her every appeal, needing our love and devotion. So, we gave her our time, nourished her soul with our tenderness. And when, she was old enough to be, she didn’t want to be my little princess, forever daddy’s little girl. So I cried, for her my heart needed to provide; an endearing home, with room, to call her own. As a teen, the wonder years, we did our best, to make her not wonder. Baby girl, when the tears fall, and they will; just know, you are loved. We showered her, with our affirmation. We were there, through her struggles, in the ups and downs. Our love held her, through the growing pains. We washed her sorrows, watched her bloom, through it all. Our young lady, stepped out on her own, to find her purpose, her quintessence. It surely becomes a rainy day, when love moves you, to tears. In the hopes, knowing love’s true meaning, a boy broke her heart, tears she cried. She was looking, for a love like ours. The love she grew up watching, modeled in her beloved home. All we could do, dry your tears, with the breadth of our love, and soothe her fears, with our unconditional love. But, the hurt remained, until she closed her eyes, at rest in peace. Thirty years, and our baby girl, has no more tears. So, every now and then, for her our hearts, will shed her tears!
Even when, you find yourself lost, you can still be, present in mind, body, soul. A heart lost, finds itself, when love reminds you, who you are. A soul, exist to be enlightened, by love’s intrinsic nature. Love, what gives the heart a reason, to smile. In the searching, in the pressing, in the finding; the embrace. In the meaning, the becoming, the being; free to be. In the pushing, in the tugging, within the back and forth; what the heart perceives, what the mind concedes. Strength is found, to walk every day, in freedom. In the knowing, in the embracing; the living. We all lose ourselves, for a minute, but in those moments, be empowered. Let your soul take flight, on the wings of love. Even a lost, broken child can find purpose, in your own time, and space. When, you see yourself, the way love sees you. It’s not mind over matter, it’s what the heart believes, that matters. In the enlightenment, in loving of self transplanted, a flower blooms. It’s okay, to tell yourself; I’m in love with who I am, in the here and now. Love builds the future, restores the past. True love for yourself, a divine intervention. Life, takes a toll, but peace in heart and soul, makes love whole. Tears, don’t mean losing control, joy makes quiet streams, become love’s tranquil river. Faith leads, hope keeps, love leans; the heart dreams. Brokenness, hides in plain sight, strength lies in knowing; your worth. Excepting yourself, the path to living, your best life!
Love, can’t sell your soul, what your heart, is not willing to buy. Learning, to love yourself, is the greatest love of all. The perception is, you have to find yourself, to know who you are. The truth is, knowing who you are, is believing in the love, you find within. Believing, the confidence to attain, what may seem impossible. Finding, the heart seeking to behold, what’s possible. Sometimes, the heart has to circle back. Not to retrace missed steps, but see how far, your belief has progressed. Finding your self confidence, not a place, but a state of being, content. Pounding the pavement, won’t break glass ceilings. Every day, your heart has to rise up, and beat, push through the barriers. Perseverance, the key to unlocking the mind, opening up the heart, to the possibility. Love is more gifted, a heart more representable, the soul more accomplished; than what a tainted lens, will make known. In loss we find, how to reclaim, a miss placed self worth. Searching the heart, how you realize every heartbeat, has an imperfect rhythm. Slowly, but surely, how we all get there; your place in life, your quintessence. And, when your soul has arrived, believing in yourself. Where you find your worth, was never lost!
Consistently, how a trust fund is built. Diversified, how cohesive trust becomes a versatile asset. Investing, how time yields the most valuable bond. Uniformity, how love becomes a harmonious commodity. Love’s specificity, how true meaning builds up trust, in a mutual understanding. Accuracy, in heartfelt expressions, how verbal cues and the unspoken. Allow the fundamentals, to not be replaced, with subjectives. Evenness of heart, stability within the love, makes unity in part, instilled confidence in trust. Words, are held in perpetuation, until the heart has demonstrated, love in its redeeming deduction. Trust is the equilibrium, that lets love become the asset. Trust, endowed with a balanced sense of belonging, the love steadily built upon. The level of achievement, the maturity of the love. Time invested, doesn’t always need to be performance driven. But the trust, should never be neglected, or the love lacking trustworthiness. Trust, not meant to be withdrawn, meant to be love inherent. Love, established as a reliable trustee? Heart and soul become, the enriched benefactor. Build it up, the trust; let the love grow indefinitely. A diversified portfolio, with profound love, trust, and understanding; an undeniably built up, trust fund!
Purposeful, profound love acts with intentionality. Literally, actions and speech together, tethered becomes love’s undeniable truth. Love doesn’t act, to gain attention, love reacts, to give actual affection. Love does expectedly, what should be done intentionally. The truth revealed, wholeheartedly. Love with an affect, should never have an effect, on the perception. Real love, won’t leave the heart guessing; believe it or not. As love happens, it should happen to be, love actually. Love shouldn’t seem strange, or not what it seems, it should seem genuine. Contradictory love, not love actually. Love in its assertion, the truth never contrary, in what’s to be expected. Love isn’t, actually, if truth in it isn’t, actual. In reality, love is a matter of fact, when received, it’s a matter of the heart. In actuality, love isn’t anything, unless it’s everything; in-deed, in its truth be told. Love actually, is heartfelt, the truthfulness emphasized, never feeling implied!
Some say, love is a treasure, but love says, it’s the greatest gift. They say, love flows like a river, but love says, it’s the deepest ocean. Some say, love shines a bright light, but love says. Light is love’s glow, reflecting its existence, for all to see. They say, love conquers all, but love says. I’m what give hearts the ability, overcome its fear. Some say, love changes the heart, but love says, it changes everything. They say, actions speak louder than words, but love says. I am the word, that gives actions, its voice. Some say, love is a mystery, but love says. It’s the only thing, that will truly reveal itself. They say, love can break your heart, but love says, it breaks every chain… ed up heart. Some say, love makes it hard to see clearly, but love says. It’s what frees the heart, to see beyond the superficial. They say, love takes no less, than everything, but love says. If less than everything, then is it, truly love? Some say, love feels your pain, but love says, feelings are irrelevant. Faithfulness gives love texture, pain provides the context. They say, love is bliss, but love says, this don’t miss. The road to bliss, paved with enduring love. When the light flickers, our humanity seeming to have disappeared. Light a candle, one thing still remains. The beauty, in a truth that can never be extinguished, love is… forever!
Father, first and foremost, my deepest thanks, for all my heart has seen, Your love been. You’ve been so faithful, time after time. You’ve given my soul, far beyond my need. You are my confidence, to wait patiently, until You speak to my heart. Father, You know my heart. Whenever my soul cries out, You’re always there, in the silence. Speak, I’m listening; still my heart, let my soul hear, the still whispers. Father, I know, so many times I’ve let You down. I’m so grateful, You have room for me, at the foot of Your heart. Why would I dare, how would my soul fare, if You, hadn’t always been there? I’m so amazed, at what You’ve done, and what my heart truly knows; You’re Everything. Father, I’m a man of few, but my words are true. My heart can’t imagine, where my soul would have been, without Your love, in my life. When, my heart was drowning, in my silent river, You breathed for me. You, taught me how to sail, in Your ocean. In the darkest moments, I press deeper into You; Your love is my hope. Whenever I am lost, You came to find me. When the tears fall like rain, there You are, to hide my soul, from the storm. When, my heart is in deep waters, I know, You will be there. When my soul is on fire, Your love I thirst. Your love, taught me how to love deeply, how to live freely, how to see clearly; Your heart. Whenever I fell, You were always there, to lift me up. When, I’m on Your shoulders, I am… part of You. My heart, is not asking for anything. I just, want to give You my affection. Grace, Beautiful Grace, You have such love for me, my heart can’t find words; I’m Speechless. Abba, You alone, can fathom the depth of my love. So many things, my heart had to let go. So Your love, could forever teach my soul; what it means to truly know, a daddy’s love!
In the garden, where it all starts, life. Here in the garden, I have it all, love given, breath taken. Here in my garden, love is planted, in my soul deeply rooted. Here in the garden, something good, something kind. Gives peace of mind, what hope brings about. Here in the garden, fresh herbs, soothe the restless soul. In love’s garden, fresh flowers, enhances love’s intrinsic nature. Love, touching depth of soul, your soil becomes enriched, and moist; moisture falling from the eyes. Here in the garden, love gives the best version of, heart and soul; blood, sweat, and tears. If the rose does prick, does the heart not bleed? If joy does tickle the bone, does the soul not laugh out loud? If a flower does blossom, does love not flourish. In the garden, true love is like a kiss from a rose; planted on the heart, love’s rose colored two-lips. In sunshine or in shade, love needs water and light, to thrive. Every day, love awakens my soul, my garden, needs my attention. Faithfulness, with all its tenderness, keeps love vibrant. Here in my garden, the harvest is plentiful. My heart, reaps the love it sows. From seeds planted, love is thriving; here in, my love garden!
My heart, needs to know, do I let you down, sometimes? Does my soul, make you smile, do my words meet your approval, sometimes? I make so many mistakes, trying to prove, you give me worth. My heart has many issues, and oh, how I wish they would melt, fade away like snowflakes, sometimes. Tell me this, can I be myself, for you? Can I express who I am, on the inside? Can I leave my heart exposed, and not worry about it being ravaged, by an indifferent worldview? Saying something, giving everything; not afraid my words, and heart would wrestle, to see which would triumph? Would it make you proud, if my heart was the victor, sometimes? If my soul was always willing, to let my heart be vulnerable, all the time? Without a residue of doubt, leaving a tasteless display. Would that say my love is real, sometimes? Let my heart know, if my words are selfish, motivated by my own self interest. Thinking, it’s all about me, not what you’ve made my heart become? To you, I don’t have to prove anything. You take me as I am, made me better than I was. You have made me, into what others see, today. So, why do I feel, I’m still letting you down, sometimes. When, you’ve accepted I’m just a man, still trying to be. Why do I care, what you think? Do I dare, how would my soul fare, if you, were to ever let go of my heart? Truth, knowing something in how you love, is still missing, but still choosing to be, love anyways; and not just, sometimes. Love, oh Love, to you I don’t have to prove anything; actions speak for itself. When love is the story, words won’t get the credit. Would it make you proud, if I relinquished the key, and give everyone, a gate pass to my heart? Sometimes, my words don’t match my heart’s posture. You’ve given me a higher calling, that bares my soul. Love, help my words be true, to me. Then my heart will truly be, a reflection of Love, Always!
Breathing, breathing is easier, because your love is near. Living, living is in the moments, your love leans in. Maybe, maybe no one can see my heart beating, but that’s because, because they just don’t understand, I’m still waiting, waiting to exhale. Quietly, quietly your love takes every breath, and profoundly my soul is lost, lost for words. Blind, blindness could never stop my soul from knowing. Love, not just about feeling(s), but letting love get close enough to your heart, to touch your soul. Always, always knows forever, is not the same thing. Promises, promises say you will always, but true love, will forever be. Time, time teaches you that it’s the little things, that needs to be said, and done. To keep sweetest love, from becoming bitter, marginalized. Give, give me moments, give me words, love give me opportunities. So, my soul can truly express, your love is satisfying. In, in love, keeps you in the presence of, now, and forever. Against, against all odds, your love stays, resting. How, how can I let it get away; let the love leave, without a trace? When, when I know I can’t take a breath, without you. Breathing, breathing is so much easier, because your love is always, on my heart!
A Love Story! 
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