Within the contours of my why, love’s divine meaning. Within the shape of my heart, the mosaic essence within love’s crimson hue. Within silhouette of my soul’s rhythmic significance, nuances of my love’s expression. Within the curves of my mind’s eye, the texturized reference of my love’s overarching context. Within the form of my being, the melodic nature of love’s perpetual breadth. Within profile of my poetic notion, my love’s deepest eMotion. Within the contoured beauty of love’s existence, the captivating grace of its purity, tracing the artistic character of my heart’s posture; contours of my why!
At home, love’s endearing best resting breathlessly on my chest, its breadth moving within every heartbeat. There’s never any heaviness, sustained within the weightlessness of its benevolence. Comfort of its charm, my soul feeling at home, nestled within the tenderness of its loving arms. Real love doesn’t seduce; but embolden its sincerity to produce the moments, becoming of its fragrant sublime. It’s never easy being vulnerable, knowing love isn’t always comfortable, giving love room for its essence to be forever faithful. Nature of its quintessence at home, strolling through the deepest parts of your soul. The beauty of its presence, lingering throughout the quiet spaces of your heart. Nuances of its divine invading the deep places of your heart’s affirmation. Beauty of its confidence, tugging endlessly on your every heartstring. The profound tapestry of its textured ink, its crimson hue seeping through the crevices of your heartfelt serenity. One’s heart exposed, your soul laid bare across the solace pages of your hopes and dreams. It feels like home, wrapped up submerged within its tranquil essence, within the overwhelming sway of love’s comforting embrace!
Of its natural beauty, flowery essence of its vibrant charm, deep healing of love’s fragrant balm. Of rosy cheeks red, colorful calm of violet’s blue. Of love’s nature, its ambiance capturing the nuances of its eclectic hue, of few hearts able to resist its picturesque impression. Heart’s crowned with its endearing brilliance, the textured reign of heaven’s due. Captivating radiance of its enchanted allure, never to be eclipsed of words’ ten thousandth reason. Of love’s perpetual aura flourishing deeply, enriched by the serenity found within its ten billionth season. Of its unchained melody, the angelic chorus tells of its symphonic breadth, swaying whispers within the wind. Its rapturous vibes, beautifying one’s heart and soul, with its awe and wonder. There’s not enough paint in the world to texturize the magnitude of love’s splendor. Discovered within the mosaic of its beautiful landscape, the warmth of its decorative presence blossoming so divinely!
*** These, a collection of floral landscapes I’ve taken pictures of over the past couple of months. The original photo, and a texturized version through the lens of my heart’s decorative interpretation! Hopefully you enjoyed them!
I can admit when it came to matters of the heart, it was never easy knowing how to be truly vulnerable. Learning how express one’s heart, not worrying about how steeped the words spilt, how texturized the love seeped. A love story would never be remiss, if words didn’t get in the way of its tender kiss. When its fire burns, it’s felt deep within one’s bones. Sometimes, the flame of its truth does flicker, when its refrain doesn’t know any better, but restrain the light of its essence. So many times, foolishly we chase after it breathlessly like the wind, not comprehending one’s heart is deeply moved by the strength of love’s divine breadth. We tend to spend a lifetime trying to measure up, when love is about the heart showing up, to allow love to profoundly show out. Love grows in stature, indicative of one’s heartfelt posture. One’s faith elevated, its words and actions being related, leaving one’s heart and soul elated. Love likened to a merry-go-around way, leaves you perplexingly feeling in a roundabout way. Its amusement becoming but an emotional daze, never becoming of the heart’s captivating gaze. One’s heart, has to study to let the proof be how one’s soul learned to listen, for love’s small still whispers. Words should never feel like love caught up within a flow, the consideration never of its illustrious afterglow. Love, doesn’t need pretty words to display its artistic beauty, to reveal the breathtaking depth of its poetic nature. Its context, predicated as a pretext than of a natural expression, an encounter subjectively complex. Of love’s mosaic exposure, the fabric of one’s soul bared, the heart’s nuances exposed. Yes, I can admit when it comes to matters of the heart, though it’s never easy being vulnerable. Vulnerability is the place where love extracts of your soul, the most illuminating story that will surely leave, fairytales utterly speechless!
Don’t ever allow love’s expression to seem performative, not being deeply substantive. Of its expectation, its beauty revealed to one’s soul, of its heartfelt manifestation. Heart and soul aligned, inspired actions refined, of love’s act defined. Of its strong possibility, its crucial realization. Like nothing else, love does something so profound, awakens within our heart its palpable breadth, the strength of its faithful persuasion. Releasing in our soul its supernatural presence, what leaves fear quivering within the midst of love’s tactile glory. The kind that eclipses fleeting wants, becoming just of its desired need. Of its touch, of its essence, of its tangible embrace, the true manifestation of its holistic nature. Beyond emotions, more than words, what palpably seeps, evident. Of real love’s transformative beauty, a heart knowing the whimsical nature of its decorative aura. Made known by the pleasantness of its effects, moving you with strength of its character, the deep breath of its distinct veracity. Love is ornately perceptive, keenly intuitive, not through elaborate words, but visible through the subtlety of its deeds. Love doesn’t brag or boast, will never be impressed by one’s swag, for it offers itself as a meaningful toast. A heart on display, of love its abstract soul bared. Of a tangible love gifted, of one’s heart its manifestation!
The intuitive fire within one’s soul will never flame out, when real love is what fuels the fire within one’s heart. So, set ablaze love’s unquenchable fire, with what it profoundly desires; your soul’s passion, your heart’s compassion. The soul not worried about backdraft, but what’s needed to let it consume one’s innermost. Seeping into your bones, until it burns deeper within, burning away every single residue of doubt, that love’s fire can’t sustain one’s deeply felt need to become. A soul on fire rising from ashes like a phoenix, ignited by the true essence of love’s precipitous propellant. The flammable breadth of love, forever kindling the fire within one’s saturated heart!
Never give up on you, the child inside, not afraid of dreaming out loud, having dreams within daydreams. Against all odds, childlike confidence wielded like polished pebbles, having a ripple effect that profoundly changes perception. A heart, knowing that hopes brought into the light, lets the dreams in one’s soul shine, illuminate so divine. Dream audibly, contemplate intuitively, humor imaginations instinctively. A heart that chuckles when someone says, broken wings can’t fly. Just smile, marvel how their hearts don’t seem to understand. Wind beneath a heart spread wide, a soul needing just faith to soar, dreams to roar. Why, you never give up, ever give up on you. Never be afraid of from the depth of your belly; you dream out loud. Dreams seeping like an endless river, cascading like a never-ending stream. Love’s deepest truth, dreams revealed. Even if reflective of a dream ordinary, it can still glisten tangibly. Don’t let your dreams be timid, to face your northern star, it’s what keeps inspiring your heart to never give up, ever give up on you. Visions change the world; dreams preserve it through time, to fulfill its purpose. Sometimes, life itself becomes a stumbling block, but the key to unlocking its fulfillment. Deep within your soul, knowing dreams come true when you deeply believe, it will never give up on you. Convince your heart and soul, it’s okay to dream out loud!
It seems I keep finding myself here, in this place time after time. I don’t hear a clock ticking, just the innate breadth of my heart beating. I just can’t seem to help, being positioned in this way, my heart navigating the deepest matters of love’s sway. Substantive faith, not of blind trust, of love’s endless must, of a heart magnetizable. Courage will perceive, allowing an encouraged heart to proceed, find a way for its love to be forever true. My soul, never entertains tomorrow’s myth; that when I lay my heart down, tomorrow will be the dawn that awakens my soul, but it never shows up. All I’ve ever found, tomorrow perpetually waits within the horizon. My heart realizing, today’s my only tangible constant; love being my intuitive INS, (internal navigational spirit). Lost within love’s embrace, how my heart knows my INS can only steer, could never compel my soul’s heartfelt poetry beyond eMotion. With every encounter of love, the beauty of its allure, pieces of its memoir left etched upon my soul. My heart knowing, life is but a breath, of my soul its acoustic instrument of love, a composition of its rhythmic melody. My love doesn’t wander, it maneuvers life’s breathless wonder. Love, doesn’t allow my heart to stray, my soul’s innermost compass whatever may. For time and time again, my soul continually finds my heart here, gazing through the lens of love’s abstract hourglass. Teaching me how to look within, to see if love’s strength and resilience, still encompasses the depth of my soul? Here I am again, love bringing my heart’s INS to this place, unapologetically exposed!
Freedom a path, winding but designed so one’s heart to earnestly follow. Freedom a place, where feet can’t journey, only the composition of one’s soul, has the fortitude to traverse the breadth of its rugged plain. Freedom a word, but even if deeply held, belief in it can still spell disaster, its framework not being the right context. Freedom a song; many hearts learn the chorus, but yet, its rhythm makes so many loose sight of its most crucial verse; I AM. Genuine freedom, won’t concede to know just its liberty, but demand to have its total liberation: mind, body, soul. We all have the freedom to act, that’s just a fact. The question is this, does your heart and soul’s verbiage, proclaim it has the power to choose: self-governance, or subjugated chains of bondage. Every heart, endowed with the proverbial wings of an eagle, only for them to be clipped, chasing meaningless things. Profound freedom could never come to fruition, until indwelling becomes the essence of love’s heartfelt expression. Freedom’s verb, its independence predicated not just on its existence, but our innermost clinging to its true dependence. Love’s origin story, leaving a deep imprint on the pages of our heart and soul, to resonate until the end of time!
Born with angelic wings, breathlessly her soul sings, her heart predestined to be, my dearly beloved butterfly. Even though prematurely birthed, it never determined her worth, a heart larger than life. My little caterpillar made her way to my innermost, where love’s beauty resides. The most beautiful of butterflies, emerged from love’s cocoon. The benevolent of her breadth, waiting to exhale, moment to soar. In her wake, my heart’s quake, of my breath’s take. Of love’s endearing nectar, life’s bitter-sweet nexus, the moments better sweetened, with the ornate essence of love’s heavenly hue. Its breathless kiss, of my heartstrings mist; what lingers true, moves through, heartfelt cues. Her colorful wings, what playful joy they bring; likened to how soulful a hummingbird sings. My butterfly, my once quaint caterpillar, her love quietly flutters my soul. Her love’s picturesque silhouette, took flight with angelic pinion, bid my heart adieu!
Hummingbird’s Lullaby
Of its beautiful display, the breadth of its natural way, like that of a lyrical sway. Nature’s good vibration, love’s sweet sensation, throughout nations. The rhythm, the rhyme, this moment in time. Life in living color, love renowned like of a vibrant flower. Its brilliance subtle, yet so vivacious of iridescent vibes. Love, hum my soul a song, tug my heartstrings strong; yet tenderly, permeate throughout with a melodious twang. Sun-flowered hue, pollination’s cue, the extract of love’s lavished due. Essence of its meaning, blessing of its ornate truth. Whistling willow, whisper the secrets of love’s undying scent. And accent I shall, with the beauty of my tulips, give away the best of my heart’s most deeply held possession, love. Hummingbird’s lullaby, evident not by its presence, but the sublime texture of its splendor. Life’s bliss, cascades of heartfelt mist, of love’s healing kiss!
By design, a collaboration of my late daughter’s spirit and my soul, giving my heart inspiration to create these designs!
Each design, pieces of different elements woven together; pictures, drawings, paint swatches, inserted and manipulated within several design apps, together creating the final design. A legacy in the making, love’s ornate breadth by design!
*** Hope you enjoyed them, have a wonderful weekend! ***
A Love Story! 
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