Every day, your love; new-be-on my mind, and in my heart. The impress, the love in pressed, deep within my soul. Though, we’ve never seen the Nile. This true love, walks the miles… together. The river of our love, water flowing for the longest… breathlessly. You are, my deep river woman. Your love, an endless bloom. The hue, captured in a perennial flower. The fragrance, divulged the essence in your heart. My butterflies, your love chased. Love likened to a symphony, serenades like a melody, sweetly holding you. The soul, singing a love ballad… breathlessly. The heart, captured in the moment. Every verse, telling the timeless love story. Nubian, your heart is a precious jewel. Angle of mine, your love shines… radiantly. When my heart, has something to say. Words, they don’t get in the way. Even, when I’m losing my breath. Let my love pamper, the sappiness in my heart, mixed with your endless love. Passion the fruit, in a crimson light. In a heart, created to showcase in you, a Divine presence. Love crowns your heart, the breadth bares the portrait of royalty. Beauty poised by grace, leaves a lasting taste. My Wife, my Love, my Queen. Happy Birthday, I celebrate you. You, turned sixteen… again!
Love, tell it to my heart. How long has it been, since you’ve had a squeeze; that took the breath? Probably too long, say goodbye, to yesterday. Love in action, indeed; never just words. Love, what will tangibly be; not just refreshing, but a lasting fragrance. There you are, and here my heart goes again. Make this love, more than just a feeling. Every morning, I rub the sleep, from the crevices of my heart. I won’t allow anything, to obstruct the view. I need, the sweet taste of love, to be another daydream. My, my, my; good morning sunshine. Your love, a sight for sore eyes. My heart woke up, with this in my soul; you’ve got to, kiss an angel good morning. My main squeeze, every day. I’m going to squeeze you right, hold the breadth tight. Let every bit of the love, seep into the depth of the day. My hope, hearts don’t get it twisted. A watered down love, could never be as sweet, yet to become truly refreshing. You have to toast the day, let the love within turn, over easy. To feel the true taste of love, there needs to be a yearning. Don’t just feel it, you have to know it. What truly makes love, tasteful. Passion is a fruit, desire the essence. Squeeze out every ounce, even the smallest drips, should never go to waste. Make love be about freshly, not about fleshly!
Though the mind may stray, let the heart lead the way, so the love can sway. Press in, and the love will flow. Don’t be swayed, to not let the cup overflow. Cast your gaze, towards your buttercup. True love in bloom, becomes a gentle flower. Love, on the tip of your lips. May be, just love on the brain. The heart not knowing the moment, it reached depth of soul. In the warmth, of a summertime breeze. Before, you pour out your heart. Take the time, to stir up the love… sugar free. Deep love, meant to be stirred, never shaken… by a bitter taste. A breathless love, will produce its own natural sweetness. Make every moment, be a fresh encounter. Let the focus be, not state of mind, but the state of your heart, and soul; in love forever. There’s nothing like a fresh squeeze of love, to start the day. A daily kiss upon my soul, what gets my heart juiced. Knowing the kind of love, my soul gets to enjoy. The tasteful love, of a good woman, with the wings of an angel. A freshly squeezed, glass of orange juice. Could never replace, My Main Squeeze!
Sweet Lady, you parked your love; unparalleled, at the center of my soul. Together we enter, into the gates of our forever, a real love playground. You, untied your heart, let loose your love. To let the tender moments, run wild and free, throughout my soul. The beauty, stunningly looking indeed. To take me by the heart, to intentionally touch my soul. Your love, whispers in my soul, talks to my heart, walks sweetly through my thoughts. Girl, no need to play games. Our hearts will grow old, love will be the muse. Forever will be the prize, laugher the amusement. Two hearts, frolicking through the sands of time. This life, the ride will surely be the rise, and fall; all the ups and downs. If your heart, ever gets scared? Don’t hesitate, to lay your head on my heart; your fears on my shoulders. My love, will be by your side. Your heart, I won’t let it go… alone, through the twist and turns. Hold tight to my words, until the emotional roller coaster, becomes just another faded feeling. Cotton candy girl, honey your sweet love. My, romantic stroll through your heart. To see if the roses are red, and if violets take the blues. For your sweetness, by any other name. Would still be, a time to indulge; in the sweetest moments. The reminiscing, the story of our life. Playing out, in our love playground!
So babe, for another thirty three years; let’s hop back on our favorite merry-go-round. Our lives revolving, the story of our love evolving. Around and around, that’s how our heart goes. When will the love stop, only heaven knows. Spoiler alert, there’s absolutely no chance. My heart, will ever get off this wonderful ride. A soul, will only know waves of glory. When the love, overtakes like a crimson tide. Love, doesn’t have to be giddy, to be lasting. But true, for it to be forever. Just, like a Ferris wheel. Let my heart, represent a higher love. The view breathtaking, a soul never wanting to take, eyes off your heart. Girl, the stars could fall from your eyes, and my heart, would still see how your love shines. My heart, will hang on to your love. As if, for my dearest life. A heart and soul, blown again and again. On, the ultimate love playground. Just, like a seesaw. When, love brings your heart up, sometimes; you don’t want to come down. The times when, the relationship becomes a rocky road; we make the taste like ice cream. Two scoops, shares better when it’s one heartbeat. How, about teeter-tottering together, for the remaining days. Being young at heart, just a state, never the debate. We don’t let fate, dictate how the love will play. Our hearts hanging out, on the Love Playground!
In every heart, therein lies a story. A heart, can get exposed. When the love within, bares the soul. The look away, from love; a heart will miss the takeaway. In love, act once, will negate the second scene. Love, needs to be intimately seen. A man of thought, is a heart, thoughtful; considerate to always remember. Love, not just about a feeling, but being a man of action. A heart known, breathlessly seen standing, in the gap. A heart of a warrior, a soul reckless; breaking down all barriers. They say, life’s what you make of it. But, I say; life’s what, you profoundly make it become. People say, “beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.” But, when it boils down to it, and if truth is told. We tend to see, life through our own rosy colored lens. Forgetting, life’s but a breath. A journey, an adventure in the making. If, we choose to adventure out, of what’s comfortable. To let your heart, embrace the precious moments. We have to, seized the day; take every stolen moments captive. To be, or not to be. A heart, forever arrested. A soul, no longer living, enslaved to passing fears. But chained, to the independence. A heart, not letting the unconditional love… be a daunting mystery. The love not becoming, a heart hiding; within a mysterious cloaking device… fear. But free, to cast a wide net, that shows what the love is worth. A heart, crosses a defining line. When, the love becomes defined. A heart connection, doesn’t mean perfection. The love language, becomes understood. Not, when words are said; but, when the heart is heard. The mysteries of love, not following this, or following that; but follow your heart. It shouldn’t be a mystery, when it’s time; to give the best of your heart. Spy out the land, but take every thought captive. Avoid, a bad report; someone else’s fear. Then, the mysterious truth will be known. How a heart and soul, found forever… in love!
My heart, not afraid to show, the love inside. You’re the one, in whom I share hopes; the one, inside all my dreams. My love, is your love. Let it be an umbrella, shielding your heart from the rain. Don’t, ever close your heart. How else, can my love be the boldest thief. Wanting for another moment, take your every breath. Me and you, under the canopy of love. My soul, can’t get two steps away. And not to feel your love, tugging on every string. Your love and mine, may not always be fine. But, we’ve found our forever, two hearts in twine, three strands strong. You are, my breathless; God’s love, the breadth. It’s not, heaven in your eyes, it’s in your heart. True love, not about being mesmerized; knowing, love’s a daily prize. Into you I see, within me the love will truly be. Every day, I don’t have to think, about what kind of love I’m getting. In you, my heart already knows, the kind of love I have. For me, it’s not about what I feel; but what, you need my heart to be. In love, always, and forever. Love, not about what you’re honored to do. But what through love, your soul is privileged to become. A heart, giving love faithfully. Even when, my heart looked through blinders. Within my soul, there was absolutely no mistaking. I could always see, our forever… in love. Whatever, you have to face. That’s, what my love has to face… through your eyes. Let, my heart be perfectly clear. God’s love is the breadth, that has made your heart the vision, ever before my soul. A reflection of His love, that what… you are!
Don’t ever feel, you’re not enough. That my heart, won’t always love you. Don’t ever feel, my love won’t deeply respect, and honor you. Don’t ever feel, there’s a moment I won’t want you, or won’t need your love. Don’t ever feel, my heart will spontaneously come bust… ing in. Recklessly take your love, just to keep it all to myself. Reckless my love will be, whenever I need, to relentlessly chase after your heart. Don’t ever feel, I don’t want to know your heart. My love, forever wants to be. A man of action, a man after your heart. Forever for me, never about knowing, a feeling. But being in a place, where love transcends emotion. Don’t ever feel, I won’t always cherish your love. That my heart will ever stop holding, let my soul ever let you go. Someday will never make me forget, what your love has truly come to mean. All the love your heart, has so graciously lavished on my soul. Don’t ever feel, I need your heart to believe, your love to always know. My heart, will forever be. Whatever, your heart needs it to be. Your love, is enough… for me! Apr 19, 2021
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!
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!
May every day be, love being enriched. May every day be, in love forever. May every day be, love faithful and true. Everyday, love the 365! Blessings, and if you want, save a copy!
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!
A Love Story! 
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