Tag: love

Out of the Dark!

In a dark place, to find a way out? First, search your heart, and believe. You will surely see, there’s a light, shining within… in the midst of it all. Love is my eyes, when it becomes hard to see. It lifts me up, when patients are short. Renews my hope, my heart will reach, with love extended. When, the world tries to make, me lose my mind. In love’s embrace, I find my worth. Love is my heart, when I need to give, all I have. Why be afraid, to show my heart. When I know the place, where broken hearts go, to find healing. My resolve, knowing life is not easy, but dreams, worth pursuing. Tomorrow not promised, but love tells me, believe that it will be brighter. The rest, is unknown, but I’m not scared to breathe. If, I get to see the dawn, today I know, there’s breath in my lungs. Coming out of the dark, at times you can feel lost. But when, you let love take you by the heart. Love, will guide your soul, to a better place. When, the day wants to take you under, don’t grasps straws, to breathe. Let love, expand the breadth, within your soul. Real love drowns, in the depth, and enlightens, coming out of the dark. One step at a time, how you make it, through the darkest times. No matter, what your heart will have to face, love outshines. Nothing, can truly take your breath, but love. Every starry gaze, it’s love. A tasty treat, love the delight. A kind gesture, because of love. Seeing the light of hope, it’s love shining. Making it, to the light, what shows a heart, how love truly shines. When, you think you can’t get there? Love, what helps you make it, to the light. Even though, now and then, we become insecure. Let me reassure, if every day, you rise up? You will come out of the dark, with the light!

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Convergence!

The coming together, that’s what love is. Though at times, love has different points of view. The condition of the heart, determines the matter to the approach. Love, meant to be limitless, not limited. Though every action, causes a reaction. A response in love, let’s the convergence, be not ill-advised. Distance, overcomes the miles, when the love, not hearts apart. Moving towards, precipitates the love moving forward. Two paths can’t converge, if the direction of the heart, is unclear. Love extended, reciprocates in kind. A meeting, hearts in a common place. The convergence, causing an undeniable conclusion. Love, becomes the point of reference, in every heartfelt encounter. In love, when the latitude converges, with an apparent attitude. The cause, becomes the effect, distance… between two hearts. Love, intersects every crossroad. The heart, just needs to be open, to the possibility. Love from different points, connecting, with a new perspective. That, we can unite in love, coincide with flaws. It’s never, much to do about nothing. Respecting, conflicting points of reference. Love will always be seen, as moving closer. Truly noticed, not through a singular vantage point. Love draws near, not to be judged, but be affirmed. Love doesn’t recede, it precedes. So the love, can be profoundly received. Island style, you link up. The Convergence, one love, one heart!

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Holding Forever!

Love, is like the wind, but yet I can hold it, forever. The beauty therein, keep it close to my heart. With every breath, wholeheartedly, chase the butterflies. For, on the wings of love, the soul soars to forevermore. Love is the reason, words get lost. Though, my mind can’t find adequate words. What, my heart takes hold of, my soul will express. The depth, the breadth, the words in my heart, clings to the unfailing truth; love is forever. My soul holds it tight, but for my heart to shares it, it doesn’t take might, for love take flight. Real love, doesn’t leave a bitter taste, just a lasting impression. True love, plays like a beautiful song, lyrically spoken, always and forever. Love takes the breath, captures the imagination. Sometimes, holding back the years, easier than holding back the tears. Why, grasp at forever, when you should, tether your soul? My heart, doesn’t need much. Just held forever, in love’s embrace. Trying, to catch your breath, not so easy; when love is the wind. Lifting you, taking every breadth; heart and soul holding, forever!

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The Passion!

Hope, the winding road, leads to glory. To get there, you walk… in freedom. The belief, what frees your soul. Faith, what endures the journey. Love, what expands the breadth. The beauty within, what captures the heart, and soul. Affection, what refutes the agony. When the heart yearns, the love destined, to be forever. Unseen, but ever present. The Passion, never counting the cost!

“He was despised, rejected by men, a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief; and as one from whom men hide their faces, he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely, he borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, he was afflicted. He was pierced for our transgressions, crushed for our iniquities; upon him, was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds, we are healed.” Isaiah 53:3-5 ESV

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In Love’s Embrace!

In love’s embrace, the day, my soul was conceived. The moment, deep love perceived. In the instant, my heart received. Every breath held, by love’s embrace. My heart learning, my soul knowing; life is but a breath, then will never be. In love’s embrace, years, but a day. Seconds seeming hours, days like forever. My soul feels at ease, drowning in love’s embrace. The depth unfathomable, but searchable, love searches the heart. When words are lost, love knows where to find them. Who, can keep my heart from speaking? Love is my voice, strengthened by my resolve. My heart, will never stutter. Even though, my soul at times, speechless. My confidence, my worth, found in love’s embrace. No dread, will ever befall me. In the calm, my eyelids fade, but my love won’t slumber. Just rest, in love’s embrace. Though, calamity lays waiting, in the shadows. Vexation, tries to trip up the heart. Deep in my quiver, love’s arrow, pierces my soul, and brings me home. When, the things of this world, becomes utterly tasteless. My appetite will forever be, the taste of love’s sweet surrender. What teaches my heart, how to be deeply moved. Feeling the breadth, of love’s profound embrace. The heart, wields the greatest victory. When love, becomes the weapon of choice, when diplomacy fails. A soul raised up, to become wise in speech, courageous in hope, mighty with faith. Love, softens the heart, grants success in battles. Deep things are known, when deep love is felt. But, only when you stay; in love’s embrace!

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C’est la vie!

When, things don’t go as planned, stress, won’t avoid the mess. Such is life, facing the moment, will bring clarity. Why, let your mind board a non-stop train, when you can train your heart? Disappointments, a part of life. Hope, a part of living. Such is love, living in the moment. In life, some people will get their kicks, trying to trample dreams. Let them, stomp… their feet, all they want. Childish behavior, never let it make your heart, lose focus of your hopes, and your dreams. Perhaps, they just need to see for themselves, how dreams, becomes reality? Some say, “that’s life.” When April showers, brings out the blues, don’t it get you down. Let your heart, dance in the rain. After the rain is gone, it’s blue skies, and pretty rainbows. A heart swayed, soulful grooving, in the crimson hue. Yeah, that’s love. A soul living breathless, within nature’s glow. The raindrops on roses, becomes a heart in bloom. Heartache and pain,“that’s life,” but it doesn’t matter, if that’s what people say!

My friends, a heart sings out loud, will surely laugh out loud, when the tears start to pour. Life is a journey, on a mountain called despair, hope sees a new horizon. So, when you fall down, get up, and chase your dreams. A double minded heart, will make every heartbeat unstable. Don’t, let your heart be a pauper, let your soul be a poet, with a muse. Every reality, is being shaped. Let your heart and soul, believe in a living hope. For, a life with hope, will be a heart with faith. That lets every breath, have confidence. Dreams are realized, through a profound sacrifice. How you unequivocally know; that’s love!

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Her Design!

Last month, marked the one anniversary, of our daughter’s passing. In college, she took graphic design, but never got to fully pursue it. The above picture, was one of her first designs, and that’s her in the picture. For the last few years, I’ve been posting a inspirational Friday post, a picture with words. As of this month, I’m going to create a picture, or two, and add with it inspirational words. Since, she’s not able to pursue her heart. My heart, will be her graphical expression. I will use her love, to help create, share, and dedicate my designed portrayals. Live out her dreams, for her. I hope, you all enjoyed the first instalment!

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Love; the Texture!

The true, texture of a heart, reveals the essence within. The measure, spans the width, the length, the breadth. The depth known, when the crimson hue, release tears of joy. Love’s true texture, beyond the feeling, more than the appearance. In the consistency, the substance woven in. To display from within, what the surface can’t convey. A love that touches, but deeply felt, and gentle on the heart. Profound love, has that certain; Je ne sais quoi. The mind, can’t comprehend, but the heart, feels the ingrained fabric. A love, dipped in a divine quality, it’s tethered to forever. Every day, the characteristic unveiled. The awe, will take your breath, render your soul, utterly speechless. This kind of love, leaves the heart, lost for words. Deep love, paints a work of art. The created feeling, poetry through every emotion. A woman’s heart, a beauty that covers, with the gentlest texture of her love. Men, reveal the texture of your heart; warm, tender, sensitive. Don’t, just let your heart be seen, let it be known, showcasing your deepest love. So, it will be hearts lying, breathless in love’s embrace. When you lay your heart down, kiss love good night. So in the moonlight, love can rock your soul to sleep, and in the twilight, hold every breath tight. And in the morning, love passionately. So, love can whisper into your soul. Your heart, has the right texture!

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The Answer, is One!

Before, a heart can truly breathe, in love, there’s a test. Your hopes, your dreams, your faithfulness. Your outlook, shaped by every test. Every day, love is in session. To pass the test, you search your heart, there lies the answer. One plus one, positively will make it become, One… heartbeat. First, subtract the negativity, from within your heart. Then the answer, will surely be, One… love. Being one, in heart and mind, will undoubtedly result in the perspective being; enlightening. The testing of the heart, produces enlightenment. Nothing missing, faith heightened, your hopes strengthened, dreams destined. Frame of mind, being transformed. When, love is added once, but then carried twice. It will never become, an unwanted fraction. For, the love would have therefore be from, heart and soul. A mathematical equivalence, being a simplistic love, with a double portion. True love, doesn’t need to be a strategic calculation, it’s an expectance. The equation; plus nothing, minus nothing. No and’s, if’s, or but’s, or variations thereof.

Trigonometry, may not be love’s best subject. But, a heart can still extrapolate; the true length, height, depth, breadth of love. Profound love, not based in the subjective, but the objective. It’s predicated, on hypostasis being both relative, and substantive. In the formulation, love needs to take notes. If it’s not written, on the heart with a lasting impression. The love can therefore, slip the mind, or be miss placed. The root cause, for being double minded; the heart and soul, divided. Due, to love’s intrinsic value, therein lies the constant learning. The days, teaches you the facets, the years advances the understanding. Greater than, should never be love less than, but equal to. Love’s true formula, begins with adding, with no subtraction. Then, when you think it’s figured out? Multiple it, one hundred percent. Let me, sum it up. Love, not rocket science, it’s a matter for the heart. Formulated, wholeheartedly; it takes your breath, beyond the stars. Mathematics 101; The square root, of two hearts. The answer, is One… heartbeat, love forever!

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To Be, or Not to Be?

How can it Be, my heart protected, from the endless rain? When, my soul won’t stop pouring? We can’t, control what the future brings, change what the past has taken. Yet, what’s not today, can still Be… tomorrow. Questions, find answers. When the heart, is in the right place. The perspective, aligned with the breadth you take, and what, you allow the love within, to become? Love, will Be the only consistency. When love truly speaks, words of life, it will Be. And, when it resonates, a persuaded heart, profoundly will it become. Perpetual love, wielded outside of its peripheral sheath. Will surely penetrate, through and through. To be just, more than the rhetorical; to be, or not to be? Love, doesn’t thrust itself. In its endearing silhouette, true love unequivocal, it will Be… felt. Likened to a crimson hue, a moving expression, a humbling experience. Though chaos looms, never love unbecoming. Into the madness, it comes running. Not to save, but Be, affirming. Peace in the moment, hope for the future!

You, don’t have to be strong, in speech. Just have strength enough, so the love can become, everything it needed to be. To be, doesn’t mean with no mistakes. Just transformed, by what the heart will concede. The answer, to true love, precedes the question. Will you allow it, to be, or not be, in love forever. The breadth of love, catches the heart, when it’s falling. Holds your breath, until breathless becomes your soul. Speaking, through the innermost, from the start, you shall know the heart. Love, kept it mind, never realized; it not in-deed. An act once, needs to be an action seen, over and over. Love, not a play with words, but one’s heart, expressing its sincere characteristic. The opening up of the heart, should end as it began. A sincerely spoken soliloquy, of the love still… to be!

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