A heart, living in a place. Where love transcends, the breadth defends. A soul, resting in the deep. Not to save, the fleeting breath. But to know, every breath held. The heart, tethered to the lifeline. Pulling you in the deep, to know breathless living. The soul, immersed in the depth. A search of the heart, with a meaningful dive. Into the ocean, gives love a deeper meaning. The heart can’t fathom, what the soul was meant to experience. The endless, the continual, the essence. Sink or swim, will never be the question. When submerged, becomes the only answer. A heart, swept by the crimson tide. The soul, fathoming what will the heart find, in a love so beautiful. May the proverbial, not be a love over the head problem. But the soul, immersed even deeper, due to the heart condition. In the tossing, in the turning of heart and soul. Air you breathe, but in love, you live. The evidence, what gives my confidence. The breadth of love speaks, when listening is not in the shallows. Don’t let the heart, slip into a slumber, without knowing this. Deep into the bliss, where you find love is forever… lived in the depth. The heart, crashing against the tide. Held by the gentle waves, in every eMotion. Every whisper, holding you with the sweeping melody. Standing on the shore, will never let the heart know for sure, how deep the love. Every day, love has to take the heart back to the place, where the soul is found… drowning. My fear, drowned within the deepest love. Over my head, in the depth. In the presence, of a love so deep, losing your breath. All the heart needs to do, hold the breadth, and wait… to exhale!

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Love, water in a wasteland. The silence stirred, a heart chased by a breathless river. Love refreshing the soul, the overflow; in bottled up emotion. Joy, found in the raging storm. The soul being cradled, every breath held. A heart, a thousand breaths. Captured, trying to find the height. The measure, of the length. The drowning, found in the depth. The breadth, I held it; but it slipped away. I lost it, my breath. My heart, desperately I searched, find my forever. The love, my soul found it; holding every breath. Every gasp, another breath-taken. The love expanded, the heart inhaled. But my soul, waited, to exhale. The Love lavished, with a crimson hue. The broadness, a heart stretched, by the breadth. When, the heart becomes a desert, the love becomes the ocean. Whispers in the wind, breaking through the silence. Giving wings the breadth, to soar into forever. A soul, caught up in the rapture… of love. The breadth, we have history. Yesterday’s love, will be what has passed. Today, tomorrow will again be the taking. The breadth, in my lungs. Breathlessly telling, another love story!

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The Song:

Here, and Now. I give my heart, give you my everything; my Endless Love. All My Life, my soul prayed; for a love like yours. To have, to hold; you, will always be my heart. The love song, in a symphony. Every heartbeat, playing a sweet rhythmic melody; A love so beautiful. Every breath, breathed out in harmonic unison. A heart knowing, how to sing a love ballad; The Greatest Love of All. “B” sharp, noted never letting it be about falling. But being, in love, Always, and Forever. The love being, a Total Eclipse of the Heart. Love is Forever, even though some days; the heart wants to groove, to a brand new funk. A little ditty, will help to tell the tale. A heart with a verse, writing another love song. Open Arms, needs an open heart. For a love ballad, to resonate with a poetic hue. My heart is moved, by a love soul proven. Love, You Are the Reason; for the breadth within my lungs. You’re the Inspiration, to profoundly wanting to be, a heart changed. Do What You do, leave me breathless. Love, tell it to my heart. How, am I Supposed to Live without You? My, every breath you take. The beauty to feel, the love to hold; the presence, by my side. Nothing, can Change this Love. Every lyric, will be original. A heart, being forever swayed; feeling how steady the beat. A traditional ballad, will never be this heart and soul, singing a typical love song. When, I’ve come to the end of myself. It won’t be, Hello; love, is it me you’re looking for? Not the Kiss, and Say Goodbye. On the Wings of Love, how every breath finds forever. Love, there you can find my soul. Caught up in the Rapture, of You!

The Poem:

Wonderful, precious as a treasure. Love redeems, through a beautiful exchange. When more than, food for thought. But, how deeply the embrace. Love rescues the souls, counsels the heart, whispers words of affirmation. Comforts, gently take your breath. Love is meant to be the hideaway, to place your insecurities. To find offered hope, whenever the heart feels. Its hopelessly lost, the way to find, a meaningful love story. Love is faithful, to be a source for healing. Graceful, even in the dimmest light. When there’s a hunger, the thirst becomes a heart full. Love, food for the soul!

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Take my breath, to a place where words are Lost. The place, where the heart is Found… breathless. It would be, to the moon and back. But the actual fact, love should stop at nothing. Until the soul, gleans a glimpse into the heavenly. Why reach back, for what was? When the heart, can have a clear view into forever, see into the depth. Love, still the gauge. To take the heart rate, test how faithful each heartbeat. To say so, say so. Would a fleeting beat, still be a matter of fact. In the stillness, could there be a degree, to separate? What the heart needs, to be the breadth, in my lungs. If I’m running, you must be chasing. Your love is the wind, the breadth worth knowing. Why, I find myself the one chasing, your heart. To find within it words, that speaks into my soul. The butterflies chased, the soul captured. The heart swept away, by the breadth in the wind. Breakthrough, happens in the twilight, a breakthrough to the dawn. Your love, broke down the walls, through every breath. Taken, you have my heart and soul. In an ocean, how can a soul fathom depth; when the heart, will end up drowning? How can a heart know, when you’ve reached new heights? When heaven, became part of your soul? A heart, still needs to press into what lies ahead. Learn, what lies in the deeper places. Not, by holding the breath. But, letting your soul be held, by the breadth. Take every breath, and hide it.. in the clefts. What do you do, when you lose your breath. You keep searching, even though the heart becomes speechless, finding words. What do you do, when your words run away, and you’re trying, to catch your breath? What do you do, when your heart is captured by a presence, held breathlessly forever by the love? You, tell the story. The pen will bleed, the ink never running dry. The heart runs out of words, but; there’s always a pent love. What do you do, when you can’t hide a heart, misplace your soul? It’s held, in every captured muse. Seen, within every verse. But still, I keep ending up losing, my breath!

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When pen met paper, breath was taken. Love was spilt, the heart collided. Love the ink, crimson the color, a heart the pen. Capturing, writing; love penned down, every poetic encounter. The moment, became the feeling. Poetry, poured through every eMotion. Words with movement, spilling the beauty. The overflow, what the soul can’t contain. Love, etched deep within the crevices, of a blank canvas. A heart, moved by the breadth. To capture the essence, spill the soul, tell the story; when pen… Love pouring, poems with reflections. A crimson love, with textured hue. Poetry, a voice with whispers of love. Filling the heart, with food for the soul. The melodies, playing an endless love song. Living, not life abundant. If love’s not lived, poetically within a heart. Every breath taken, to show how deep the love. Vulnerability, in discovering the ways; to give every breath. A heart captivated, trying to know. How much muse, lingers in the breadth, in every captured love. When love, becomes more than words. The ink dries, making the love forever. Deep love, more than pretty words. It’s poetic, to move, to inspire. The heart, the instrument. The soul on a journey, to meet the heavenly. Love in a poem, flowing through the heart, touching the depth of the soul. When love flows, the soul becomes a river. When the pen bleeds, the ink reveals. How a poetic love, spills into the deepest place. Every time, pen meets paper. Let clarity, be every line. My heart will pen, the paper will capture. Words will speak, what’s captured in; A Poetic Love!

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A testament, to how deep the love. The crimson story, etched in red letters. Cast deep, into a crimson sea. Where depth, becomes the ocean, for a heart to fathom. Words, deeply spoken. Love, the deepest token. Rose petals, shaped in color. Dipped, in a vibrant crimson hue. Sprinkled, with the breadth of love. A tree with love, the roots go deep. Underground, where life begins. Red flowers bloom, breathtaking looms. A soul consumed, by the afterglow. Love, laid gracefully beneath the water. Flowing, moving, pulling… the heart deeper. To be a soul, lost in the mist; adrift within the peace. A heart swept away, by the crimson tide. Breathless, love takes… every breath. A soul, held by the breadth. Released, into the tidal waves. The depth, another emotional see. The horizon breaks, the moonlight falls. Crimson love, displayed in the brightest glow, painting the sky. A heart, held by the crimson night. The soul, watching the love glistens; in a radiant crimson light. Deep emotions, bringing to light; how crimson illuminates, every breath it takes. A heart crimsoned, shows love in all its richness. The allure deepens, with every brush… against the breadth. The deep river, the crimson presence; water… upon the wind. Falling afresh, into the depth… heart, and soul!

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My breath, the beauty of your love; makes the soul, speechless. Though, my heart has words. Your love is the ink, released in the crimson flow. A silent river, knowing depth in an ocean. A thousand league, how deep the love. The mission, to know Your heart, fathom the depth. In the silence, breathless will be the allure, for a love so real. A soul, living speechless, in the midst of every see. Not with eyes, but a heart wide open. Being captivated, by the beauty, the awe, the wonder. Let Your love, be the breadth, in my lungs. A heart, trying to express through speech. What, gets lost in words. Love, will never get tongue tied. When, it’s the heart that speaks. The love, filling every void. In stillness, under the quiet; between every breath. A heart, resting in the love. A soul, tethered to the lifeline. The love, and forever. A heart, finding the words; that just leaves my soul, Speechless!

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