The breadth in her love, a divine imagery, a portrait of heart and soul. Her tears, deepens her faith, her hope, strengthens her resolve. Wounds heal, time reveals, how a strong woman, overcomes. Despite her flaws, her breadth is undeniable. Elevated love, expanded heart. The extent of her love, reaches. To let the soul take hold, your love be emboldened; make known her quintessence. The depth of her love, deepens, profoundly. The life felt in her bones, know the depth in her soul. To know it, for her to let it; the spirit of her love, hover the deep places of her humanity. Down in her soul, her love moves, entrenches her being; encompassing her worth. Her wants, her needs, desires released, her essence unmasked. Within her deepest breath, a pause, the exhale; her heartfelt expressions. Her quiet beauty, eclipsed by her gentle soul; love personified. Her heart beats gracefully, her love given completely. The art of becoming, the portrait of her being displayed; the breadth in her soul!
They fall, overwhelmingly can persist, cascades heavily sometimes. What soul can contain it, what heart can restrain it; what will inevitably be? Some days, whether debates the time, the place, the moment. The forecast certain, particulars unbeknownst, how much, how often, how soon? Today, will tomorrow be, draped by clouded complexities? When the sunshine retreats, the veil lifted, the heart gets pierced. The revaluation ensues, one by one, they fall. A little, a lot, sometimes; when it reigns, it pours. Puddles don’t, necessarily represent only what has developed, but what has aspired. Its existence, can never be denied, the presence is felt. Tears, fall to reveal the joy, the sadness, our humanity!
On the canvas of the heart, splashes of life reveals, the colors of love!
Chains, not a figment of imagination, for so many it provokes contemplation. The objective of chains, not to keep your limbs bound, but keep your heart restrained. Your love tethered to fear, the unknown!
A heart rises from the ashes, on the wings of love. Soars like an eagle, on the breadth therein!
So many hearts, infatuated with a love, easy on the eyes. Rather, be moved by a love, that’s easy on the heart. True love, doesn’t dress to impress, but dresses for success. Lasting love, bares it all, lets intimacy see what you’re made of?
Another instalment, of by design. For those who don’t know the story, my late daughter took graphic design in college. Since, she’s not here to live her dream, I will be creating/designing graphical images, and posting them on her behalf! I hope you enjoyed them!
Love is, a kinetic motion. It moves you to action, discharged feelings, becoming energy. Resulting, in what materializes. The heart’s kinetic performance, effecting change, in the mind’s posture. Love moving towards, a heart tugged by the kinetic need. Feelings, moved by love’s gravitas. The gravitational strength, makes resistance to true love, futile. If the heart is open, and the need equated, love will respond. Kinetic art, love painting a work of art. Kinetic force, love’s spirited action, compelling the heart, with an act of kindness. Kinetic energy, love’s undeniable power, to sway a heart and mind. Rain, spilling from the eyes, kinetic emotions, in the form of teardrops. In the rise, the fall of every breath, kinetic rhythm moves the heart, space and time in heartbeats. A heart swayed, the mind reacting, kinetic thoughts into motion. A poet, sharing its deepest prose, kinetic poetry converging, poetic thoughts, muse, and words. Colored brush strokes, more than figments on a blank canvas. Kinetic expressions, pigments becoming an artistic display, the nuances of love!
At an early age, my faith was being built. I learned early, what he said, she said, what they say; can’t sway a made up heart. Somehow, even then I knew, I couldn’t stand by, wasting time. From, the time I could talk, the walk… it like I talk it. A heart learns a lot, living in a silent river. All my life, knowing what it is to be set apart; builds character. A calling is nothing, until the purpose, understands the reason. Well, I have to admit, truth tells stories; what a heart is built on. Imperfect flaws, don’t define the building up process. In the building, hearts will falter. Why, love works in tandem, with grace. To make it, you have to build it, but sometimes you need to change it; your posture. It doesn’t matter, what changes are in your life. When, love says you have a job to do. You don’t stop, until it’s through. I can’t, criticize another’s building up. All you can do, keep your own heart in line. Work while it’s day, so when the darkness comes, it doesn’t blind your soul. Night vision, helps the heart see, clearly. Hearts and minds are changed, when love becomes, the cornerstone!
A heart levels up, knowing when to refrain, by allowing love to reframe. Even if, even when, even now. From the ground up, how love builds a firm foundation. I know of a man named, Nehemiah, he had a made up mind. His heart wasn’t going to let anything, or anyone; upend his destiny. Every heart has the ability, to be an overcome. The building, not about building walls, but the building of the relationship. What’s building, if change is not evident? In love’s restoration, love smooth rough edges, covers the imperfections. So by design, love builds up the heart, to be a vivid portrait. In the building, love provides a hiding place, to be your refuge. Nothing missing, nothing broken. My mind is made up, my soul built upon, my heart built up to be. I’m determined, I’m intentional, I’m unapologetically; I’m building on the legacy. What love established, two thousand years ago!
Up front, my heart needs to warn you, my love is unfiltered, my words unapologetic. Words, my heart form words. Syllables, my love language not words, captured in syllables. In building, the heart frames, the soul forges, time carves, love produces; by design. Verbs state, verses enlighten, synonyms, add texture, to love. Words spoken materialize, but broken text destabilize. Words debate, heart relates, love elevates. You see, my love is alive. Together, words in love, accompany my soul. The day I, love spoke profoundly. The day you, the day we, the day our. Love says you do, words say you will, but the heart reveals. Love, will always be, not because we keep it alive, but when we allow love to breathe. Love gives, a gentle nudge, never a forceful push. A heart leans in, love presses in. The heart makes known, words intent, love’s meaning. Words, on the tip of the tongue, have no significance. Words inform, love imparts. My heart, once a silent river, but love, made it an ocean; the day I.
When love speaks, the heart shows up, the soul represents, what words present, love taking shape. Always, and forever, comes into view; if heart and soul, will serve as? In love, feelings emerge, emotions develop. Will words be bold, will, heart break the mold, will love hold, will the story be told? Words don’t exist, if love doesn’t make visible, breadth within the heart. Every day, wear it well; the love you fashion, in a heart fashioned. Will never let words reveal itself, being just fashionable. Make up, words is meant be worn, natural. So, when the soul blushes, love uncovers, the true complexion of the heart. It doesn’t matter, how far words can take you. Love, makes the heart believe; “ain’t no mountain high enough, ain’t no valley low enough, ain’t no river wide enough.” To keep love, from reaching you, becoming more than words, spoken. Poetic love, peels back the layers. Reveals the heart, bares the soul, texturally. A poet is, what poetry becomes, textured love. My heart was exposed, the day I, said I do, to Love!
To this ocean, love has brought my heart, anchor my soul. Where peace, becomes the stillness, where every breath is held, in the depth of love’s embrace. Ocean’s deep, where love can find my soul, living in the deep. Two hearts, breathing in one breath, fathoming the deepest recesses of love. A deep river woman, her love moves between the breadth, of my silent river. What love becomes, what the depth is meant to be. A place, where endless love, swims the here and now. The soul, drifting the seven seas, the heart lost, drowned within forevermore. True love, not about the heart beating, but the soul living, resuscitated again and again. Profound love, becomes a breathless journey; oceans deep. Many rivers crossed, the blissful calm, keeping the love from being washed away, by waves of emotions. Hearts in twined, swims the deep, the soul, living within the gravity; love swept away, by the breadth. Love is an ocean, that rescues the heart and soul, drowning within the silence!
My soul has a tell, my heart has a story, my love is an expression. Love was composed to be, an inspiration. On my mind, in my heart, within my soul. Everywhere I go, love comes with me. For, I need it near me, want it by me, I want it to move me, I need love to breath for me. It’s plain to see, love completes me. Love is redeeming, love is freeing, love is captivating, love is being; love has meaning, love has feelings. Love is the picture, in a perfect painting. When love creates, an exquisite work of art captured. When profoundly interpreted, it’s the most beautiful expression. Love is the fragrance, within my crimson hue. The guiding presence, the fortified refuge, to bring your heart. Love is a gentle nudge, not a aggressive push, to become… something else. Love is action, not just words. When breath, and hope collides. Love instructs, how to secure your own oxygen. Before you can show someone else, how to breathe, in every breadth. When unconditional, love resonates true. Letting a heart feel, free to let you in, to your most vulnerable place. Love is now, love is tomorrow, love is always. Love will be, to the end of time. Life inspires, nature truly inspiring, leaving the heart inspired. But, what my soul have come to know? That love will forever be, my prose; My Inspiration!
Where does a heart go, when you can’t catch your breath? The wind taking it, with the butterflies in your stomach? What do you do, when you’ve prayed, but there’s seems to be a change, in the direction of the wind? Keep praying. What should you do, when you’re on pins and needles, when there’s a sharp pain in your faith? Get on your knees, and search your heart. There’s strength in knowing, this too shall pass. What are you to do, when your loved ones are in a state of chronic, but it’s your heart chronicling? By keeping them in prayer, like writing a love letter on their heart. A prayer today, a true blessing tomorrow. On the road called life, when it seems you’ve lost your way? I pray, you would come to know, that Grace is always there, to take you by the heart. To comfort your soul, help guide you through the journey, until you’ve reached your destiny. Life, is but a breadth, so live it well. Sow good seeds, and your heart will see the harvest. Yes, I pray your life becomes, a profound love story. Every chapter, every paragraph, every verse. Making the heart swell, with tears of joy. The presence of love, felt deep within the heart. Nothing else, can let the soul rest with peace. Whenever, your words become speechless, emotions invading your peace; say a silent prayer. Your worth is relevant, what others think irrelevant, to what your heart believes. Love and support, gives you a heart to lean on. Today, and every day: I Pray, love becomes that faithful friend. That won’t ever let your heart, feel abandoned, I’m your time of need!
“Whenever my busy thoughts, were out of control, the soothing comfort of your presence, calmed me down and overwhelmed me with delight.”Psalms 94:19 TPT
Love, is that you, knocking at my heart? Is that your presence, peering into my soul? Is that you, in plain sight, waiting to take my breath? Is that you I feel, pressing up against my soul? Is it your allure, persuading my every heartbeat? Is it your breadth, breathing life into my soul? Is it your light, dancing within my gaze. Is it your smile, shining like the morning sun? Is it your hue, hovering so close to my heart? Is that your fragrance, lingering throughout the day? Is that your warmth, moving within every gentle breeze? Is it your voice, whispering within the stillness, speaking into my soul? Are you the endearing words, changing my perspective? Is the love I know a dream, or is it you awakening, provoking my endless daydreams? Are you the waves, the emotions crashing against my heart? Love, oh love, you must be an ocean, making every drowning breathlessly? Are you the pebble skimming, stirring my silent river, to become your deep river? Is it your peace, invading my thoughts? Are you the gentle nudge, pushing to know, the strength of my love? Are you the laugh, echoing within my joy? Are you the freedom, walking throughout my soul? Are you the song, playing the perfect melody? Are you the love, within my story, the word written upon my heart? Are you the spark, igniting love’s deepening passion? Are you the seed, embedded deep within my being? Are you the timeless flower, the love petals falling along my most intimate path? Are you the wings, making my soul soar. Are you the mist, making the rain fall from my eyes? Is it you that made, my heart beat for first time? Are you the thunder, beating within my chest? Love, my soul knows it’s You, but sometimes it seems. I’m getting to see, how you engage a heart, like it’s the very first time!
A Love Story! 
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