A Diary Story; The Stolen Moments!

You would think, that after all these years. A heart, might begin to see a change. This heart of mine, still up to such thieving ways. Thirty five, the years; not even one day, will there be any regrets. For a heart and soul, wanting to in for life. The confession, will bear my soul. This, not a dilemma; this is my; unapologetic disclaimer “Every stolen moment, your love forever written on my heart. The love, etched deep in the crevices of the fine print! ” My soul, just can’t seem to bring myself, my heart, my love; be just another cookie cutter. Love, will leave such a lasting impression. Especially, when you let the last cut, be the deepest. There’s a love in me, that moves me to be. No, it compels my soul to be free. To let the heart, with the need to act this way. Walk it, like you talk it. Give it, even if you don’t always get it. It’s not about being clueless, but how love’s meant to be unconditional. Sometimes, you stumble; trying to capture a stolen moment. Confusion says, love, should be viewed as a trophy. Not seen as the gift, a heart should truly treasure. My soul, will wholeheartedly confess. Throw away the key, the chains that had me bound, broken. My heart, will never be a thief in the night. My love, will glaringly look you straight in the heart. To let you see, when it steals another moment. It doesn’t matter, whether day, or night. Who needs, to rely on sticky fingers; when love, is such a natural glue?

My love, the thief willing to again and again; boldly steal every loving glance. Whenever, the moment again arises. My heart, won’t rob you blind. But, if you truly don’t mind, and your love would be so kind? Arrest my heart, so that forever will be, a soul still stealing love. Not, just on Valentine; every day, until the end of time. What’s, truly at the heart of this; love. It’s not an addiction, but it’s so obvious. This love, could never be read, as being a fiction. My imagination, surely needed to play a role. But, an unscripted heart; what truly had a role to play. There’s no need, fix a heart not broken. No rehabilitation will ever be needed, when a soul is arrested, forever by the power of love. The temptation, letting the moment slip away; not seizing every opportunity. What’s a soul to do, when the heart embraces a love? That leads to a heart being, lifetime committed? Love commuted, likely to be a heart changed averted. Day after day, time; will again be the encounter. A heart conspiring, to move heaven and earth. A soul praying, to be found… blameless. For, a heart taken to be your own. Will be the love therein, capturing the soul. But yet freed, from its own solitary confinement. What does a heart have to lose, when forever exposes the soul, and bears your name? The stolen moment, when even the sun, the moon, and the stars don’t truly mind. When your heart uses the shimmering light, to help pull off what will become. The taking of a breath, in the name of love!

Dear, my diary; herein lies the entry. My heart, my soul; therein lies the confession. The true account, what led to; the Stolen Moments!

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Song Inspired; It’s My Turn!

I can’t cover up, just how my soul feels. In the name of true love, my heart; been given such a precious love. In the early years, my heart said loved; but played it safe. Though, a soul totally committed; a heart not missing a beat. The love was deep, but every heartbeat deafening. Love, drowning in the silence. For a while, a feat became a heart living easily; deep undercover. Coming out to see, what would become of a heart hoping. If your heart could understand, the meaning of every breath; in a man, with such deep feeling? A soul surfacing, in and out of a silent river. A heart, not living for itself. But I’m sure, trying to understand words; unsaid through an introverted heart. Must have made me guilty, of being a heart misunderstood? A love trying to make your heart truly see; now, and forever. A heart displaying, the faithful love in motion. But mostly seemed, more like deep emotions. Moving gracefully, in reserved slow-motion. A woman’s worth, what even a man in love. Can over look, chasing being a good husband, and father. Virtuous woman, sorry for my role. The times when my heart, left you to battle the day on your own. Through the years, what my heart can scroll. To see how much, the year have taken a toll. And even though, I tried to be the loving shield. Love, can still make it rain; when the heart cried!

This time, for you with all my love. Take care of your heart, the same way your heart. Cared enough to unconditionally give, mind, body, and soul. No matter the season, love will forever be the reason; to give my heart in return. Seeing, what you now have to face. What makes it not easy, for a heart to keep the rain from falling. Praying you through, what will never be the struggle… for this heart of mine. In sickness, and health. Two hearts entwined, tethered by a love divine. Every breath the heart finds, radiantly the sun will shine. A soul like thine, love grace filled, to end of time. Tomorrow’s not promised, but a heart gets to own… every today. Every day, becomes another moment. To reach out, let your love touch the sky. Love is limited, only when a heart and soul. Chooses not to collaborate, with every imaginative contemplation. When a heart, just won’t let go; knowing forever and a day. I’ve wanted to know, what love is? I’ve come to know it, with you. A love deeply felt, in a heart forever moved; by the breadth of love. It’s My Turn, to show what true love… was meant to become!

It’s My Turn, is a song by Diana Ross; released in 1981. Sometimes in love, we may not mean it; but words can go unsaid. Meaningful intentions, can seem out of touch. When reality, collides with the true meaning of love. This summer, will make it 35 year; that I’ve been with my bride. February is Valentine, and it doesn’t matter how deep the commitment. Every day, should be love unconditional, in every emotion!

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The Story; A Diamond Love!

I have a diamond, the love not found. My heart, didn’t easily fall for this. Stumbling over words, this quickly became a heart; knowing a predestined love encounter. A love, to have my forever gaze. The love shines, in so many ways. This diamond, will now and always be the treasured love. The buried treasure, you can find deep within my heart. The diamond, with a love deeply flawed. But, when I look deep into the heart. All my love can see, this beautiful creation. So wonderfully, meticulously sculptured. To fit perfectly, the very center my soul. This I wasn’t told, the love my heart gets to behold. It’s held so close, that my soul can’t help; but admire the breathtaking beauty. A heart, constantly taking an extra peek, the repeated glances. Just to know, all that went into the creating; this true beauty. No detail was missed, to take the breath of this… my heart. The love, has been thoroughly tested. Even, through the brokenness with time. Truest parts of love, refined through every heart test. A cut above, revealing how deep the love. Rough around the edges, showing the character. Defined, in the deep crevice of love. The imperfections reveals, a heart and soul, in need of a grace filled love!

In the aging process, to not let what’s in the heart fade. The love, needs to be the constant pressing; to truly let the heart shine. In the crushing, in the pressing through; the love deeply enhanced. Even though, life wants to harden the outer. I chose, to see the pure beauty; the divine resonating, within the inner. To the love you cleave, the superficial you leave. The gaze, not fixated on what the eye sees. But a gaze forever captured, by the inward beauty. A diamond love, forged with a ringing desire. Two hearts, living a life banded together. A love, not needing incredible charm. Just the appeal, shimmering within the light of heaven. The love forever exposed, under a breathtaking moonlight. A love, easy on the heart. Reflecting gently, leaving a lasting impression on the soul. Every diamond, has its own unique beauty. To the untrained eye, a diamond becomes labeled with an out of touch price tag. But, to the observantly trained heart. In the re-evaluation, the appraised worth; one in a million. The sum, a heart truly elevated by love. The evidence, a soul captivated by the immensity. Even when, love rubs the wrong way; the beauty will remain unchanged. Two hearts deeper in love, with every beautiful exchange. The love, doesn’t need the best of premium qualities. The quality, truly allowing the right gauge? The clarity, seen through a true heart of love!

Diamonds are forever, the love for enhanced. When in the wake, forever becomes another breathtaking day. For love through the proper lens, becomes love being perfected. Through embracing, of the deeper meaning. A heart with love, being able to show all its flaws. Trying to compare your diamond, to two seemly perfect matching heart shaped gems. Will always be a flawed approach, when seen through a glass half empty. Every beautifully shaped love, will always come with an enormous cost. A diamond heart, should never be treated; as just a possession. A pendant, on a pedestal; but the love, never close to your heart. Why, you will never get me to give up; my treasured diamond. Yes, you absolutely wouldn’t be able to. Pry the love, out of my lifeless heart. Till death, then never apart. I have a diamond, the love a bit flawed. Thirty five years, and her inner beauty still shimmers… stunningly. Deep within a full heart, in this soul there be the beholder. Knowing a gifted diamond, with a well deserved appreciation. A love, with an incalculable weight. One, this heart can’t begin to measure. The cost, paid so my soul could know; how deep the love!

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Timeless!

In this moment, in this space, in this time; in these very moments. In the here, in the now. Wherein every breath, moments to hold precious. The moments, a heart should breathe deeply, and treasure. Where time-less, becomes moments passed; to never be seen again. Love, the created timeless beauty. Within a soul captured, a heart captivated by the endless gaze. Face to face, heart in heart; through the sands of time. Two hearts, not affected by the passing of time. Two antiques fashioned, by the hand of a true artistry. Two souls embraced forever, by the light of the Son. The love on display, to showcase it was the creation, of a masterful design. For even though time passes, the love still ageless. The beauty, likened to the essence of a perennial flower. Through every season has change, the love a perpetual bloom. A love endearing, two hearts enduring the test of time. Poetry in motion, moving a heart to create such emotions. This union, of heart and soul. A love story, time tested; playing so surreal. The love true, and so real. Our love song, now and forever, to be a timeless classic. Here I am, my love; to forever be the knight, shining gallantly. Whenever the night tries, to eclipse the beauty of your timeless light. Here will I wait, forever to be the place. Where time will surely stand still, for a love never ending. In my heart, the love is Timeless; living in the moment!

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When You, Encounter Deeper!

When, all is stripped away; to show a heart exposed. Though a convincing heartbeat, for love to be truly noticed; there also needs to be, a strong moving rhythm. What love is, not the same as; what love is, meant to becomes. To what, only the true breadth of love can reveal. My soul has come, but still becoming. You may not plan, to get so deep; but perhaps that’s the place, where a heart needs to be. To be the realization, but just realizing alone; will never make true sense. If a heart doesn’t also realize, what truly makes love take the breath? Longing, still nothing without needing. Not to breathe it all in, but why becomes the wait… to exhale? Love, something worth wanting; but, something special comes through the having. Love, comes to bless the heart. But every gift requires openness, for the true blessing to be attained. I never expected, to become deep. But, love will take you there. When you believe, the destiny to be predestined!

Through an act freely giving, the love flows like a deep moving river. Likened to a pebble, gracefully moving; without skipping a beat. Making the ripples become an effect, truly profound. To become the fall, into an unfathomable depth. Deep, calls you to know deeper. But, without the stepping out to go beyond; depth will never be realized. Love is a song, but a song in of itself… mere words. If the song in part, not a love profoundly true. It all comes, back to the heart. No one, can ever claim you made it; love. But, you have the opportunity to unequivocally proclaim; your heart truly knows, what makes love Divine. Some days, the heart feelings like a wheel. The day is rolling along, but then suddenly; your soul hits, a subtle bump in the road. Even, when the day seems winding; therein becomes a moment. To look deep within the heart, to search the soul… for deeper. More than a touch, what just moves, or deeply felt. When, the love becomes truly apparent? That’s when you have truly encountered, deeper!

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Fun Friday; The Glue!

Baby baby you, me; two hearts, stuck like glue. May, thirty two years; but it only took my heart a glimpse, to see Forever. My faith in the love, forever strong. My word, my bond; that will never come undone. The thought of that, and to all those who said something different; yeah, just crazy talk. Sure, there’s been some rough times. Some parts, that have needed a little bit more glue. T.L.C, have meant different things. “Tender Loving Care,” what’s applied a high percentage of the time. But there are moments when, Time, Learn, Correction… tape; gives you an opportunity, for a do over. We’ve made it through the hard times. Had to apply a whole lot of love, when the day brought with it the rain. Even when the tears, are part of an accidental forecast. The glue makes for a quick dry, creating an even stronger bond. Two hearts determined, pledged to forever stick together. Baby, baby my heart; forever stuck on you!

Even in the darkest moments, our love still knew how to find each other. Even when a two sided opinion, becomes just one side feeling; it’s just a band-aid fix, the glue going through the test… Stress. Woman, your heart has always seen; how my love has been clingy. Stuck to your heart, just like glue. Even when our two hearts end up, on opposite sides of a sticky situation. Your love will still be fly, my cutie pie. I don’t need any paper, to tell me that. Wax on, wax off; ha. For this love, our hearts will fight. Birth pain, growing pains. The terrible two’s… times three, and of course me. The put up, love showing up. Crazy love, what stuck out so often; what stuck to our hearts… like glue. A wife, a mother; the pouring out of the best inside. From the very start, your love quickly noticed to be; a crucial part of the family glue. Over the years, the glue has definitely been stretched; but always based in elasticity. The love, may not have always been super; but the glue.. Crazy. Fast bonding, but our hearts chose long lasting. Not always sweet love, but still worth sticking to. Sticking around, until old and gray. The gummy years, by any other name; just as sweet!

Girl, your candy love enabled; sticky fingers, so I stole your heart. At first contact, my heart was cemented to your love. Resistance at that point, futile. It was a close encounter, E.T…. phone home. (Estimated Time), within seconds; a heart connection, the call to Daddy God. I’ve found the one, predestined. Some days, became sticky moments. Two hearts in holding pattern, trying to work out the sticking point. What always stuck, deep within the crevices of the love, trust; the true bonding agent. Whenever the trust, seemed like it might fail? God’s love, what kept it from disintegrating. Many came to Test the love, but they couldn’t Drive… us apart. The sticker shock, the commitment; not what they were expecting. The love was strong, and I wasn’t about to let; any of the negativity stick. Whatever they implied, was reinforced with the truth of God’s love. We just let it all, roll off the faith therein. Laughter, an intricate add in. But, not meant to be used as just an adjatiave; to deflect from revealing the depth, within the love. Just meant to help loosen up the love, give the glue a little bit more stickability. But, the most essential component; found within God’s love, what binds two hearts together. If both hearts are willing to recognize, acknowledge that His love truly is; The Glue!

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The Story; They Called A Crime!

Let me tell you the story, how it drove a heart to passionately want. Set out to unapologetically steal, what wasn’t mine. I was young, some called me crazy; said I was making a huge mistake. A decision, that was going to ruin my life. Call me naive if you will, I wasn’t looking at the writing; they struck upon the wall, just the love written… on the desire. The co-conspirators; heart, and soul. It was a want, but also something I needed to do. If I truly believed what a voice, whispered into my soul. The passion drove thee, but all they could see, just a crime. It was thirty two years ago, when my heart committed; but it’s the act itself, that will forever be remembered. The crime they saw, but the passion I felt. My heart was heavily invested, I guess you can say; “the heart wants, what the heart wants.” Powerless to stop, wasn’t the conviction. Call it what you truly will, but I forever vowed; to stand by my heart’s conviction!

She never saw it coming, the love took her by surprise. It was a predestined encounter, a soul looking for love. Her heart fit the profile, a glistening rare jewel. A silent river runs deep, but even I didn’t yet know how deep? The ability, to the reason; completely swept away. I got what I wanted, there was no going back; the crime was carried out. The love was out of the bag, what’s a girl to do? She surrendered, to the power of an irresistible charm. Well, that’s how it played out… in my mind. The crime of the century, not; but it surely will be talked about for decades, by a convicted heart. Enjoy my new found jewel, that was my every intention. But I had to be very intentional, not treat what I had; like just another possession. This love, was so much more than that. Someone can else take, what you don’t choose to hold close to your heart. The day came, when I had to confess. Be a man, tell the one who’s heart I stole. What got into my heart, what led me to that moment in time? Go back to the scene of the crime, reveal the true intention, and deeply confess. I went down on one knee, I needed to ask the question; will you…

Months later the day came, it wasn’t a trying time. Even though, I had to stand before the peers. As they watched me stand there, to tell the one I perpetrated the stealing of heart. Walked towards me, to look me straight in the eye. They watched to see, if I would totally crack under pressure. Fall apart, or fall even deeper… into a lovely moment? I didn’t need to plea, try to get a lightly scented… handkerchief. I didn’t need to wipe off the love, to my face; coming out of the pores. Forever, what it is. It was the never ending walk, for her to get to where I stood… strong. I was moved only by the beauty, unveiled in my poetic justice. Get what my heart and soul, had coming. She finally reached, stared deep into my heart. The decision came down, for what my soul had to answer. In love forever, or forever in love? That was the dilemma, the room went absolutely quiet; trying to hear my heart’s confession. Tell her what she needed to hear, out of the depth of my soul. I Do, I Am, I Will, I Did… take; you’re my forever!

I looked, waited; but heard no one objections. She needed to know the truth, absolutely deserved the answer. Clearly, decisively my heart said. I’m guilty, wanting to take your heart; as my own. Just as I said that, I heard a voice in my heart say; “this is your beloved, in whom I am well pleased!” The verdict was in, my heart knew with absolute certainty; it was the right decision. I am guilty, my heart knew what it was doing. The clear intention from the start, steal her heart. Not to be part of a collection, but be forever treasured. The beautiful, heart shaped gem. I’m not ashamed of the love, my soul wants to be; forever shackled to this truth. I will never show any remorse, or have a case brought; to be presented as having regrets. I refuse to take back my confession. Chain my heart to the confession, for a thousand years. Lock my heart up within the love, throw away the keys. The time of passion, has no statute of limitation. I’m in for life, and I will never have a need… to be freed!

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The Vow!

Lady, from the moment we met. It was clear to me, there was something to the encounter. You may not have known it, but I believe your heart took a quick glimpse, into my soul. A racing heart, but stopped by the gaze. The encounter left the soul with a question, for the heart to ponder. Was she the one, that has been part of my dreams? Every time our hearts met, it was our heaven. Your heart, my love; part of a glorious design. I didn’t vow to have you, but there was a chase; you stole my heart. So, what’s a man left to do; vow to love her… forever. A love that has given my heart, strength when I am weak. Much comfort, knowing my soul has your heart to lean on. Your love has been a lighthouse, when I have lost my way. Standing on what’s sure, a heart wide open, your love the treasure. May, the month and a day; we vowed to give forever, so hearts we exchanged!

My love, from the depth of my soul; I tell you this. Your love, all I’ve ever needed. What I am today, you’re very much part of the reason. What I have in you, what makes my heart complete. All my dreams came true, with the love I have found in you. I love you, give me forever to show; it’s more than words can say. Your love is close, so close to my heart. Breathing becomes easier, knowing your love is always there. Helping to take some of the weight, off my chest. Because I feel the love, nestled up against my soul. The place reserved, for the truest love predestined; to get the deepest part of my heart. Two hearts, but one heartbeat. I vowed to keep your love, within the forever place. My heart, until my last breath. No one, will ever be able to take your love. Pry it away, from my undying love. Forever, saved for you. My heart the river, dreaming to find a gentle stream of love; but encountered an ocean, vowing to carry our hearts… into forevermore!

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My Angel!

I believe in love, I believe our love is forever. My love, in you I believe. I believe God hears prayers, I believe God listens to the heart. I know God heard my heart, because my answered prayer… was you. I love that you care, I love that every day you dare. To stand strong on your own two, hope and faith. I love you from days of old, I will love you in a thousand years. When we both get old, with a slight touch of grey. When all in my heart is told. I LOVE YOU, will never be too bold; to tell about a heart of gold. Your love has much meaning, knowing your heart has meant so much. What I mean through all of this, I love who you are… to me. I know a heart can beat, without having breath. I know a soul can breathe forever, but only when that heart truly knows; what love gives every breath? The greatest gift is love, a committed love is the forever gift… to a grateful heart. I believe God has given your soul wings. You may not notice my eyes looking, but my heart always knows; when your heart starts to soar. You may doubt it, but my heart has always believed it; you are… My Angel!

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