Whenever, love’s simplicity becomes a task monumental, its intuitive breadth is taken back, receding to a place of irrelevancy. Love’s breathless living, its organic quintessence unapologetically exhaling, the beautiful extent of love’s irrevocable life force!
Why, should your deepest breath simply tread along the surface, when submerged deep within love’s ocean, where your soul’s breadth fathoms its most profound living. Breathlessly drowning, captivated by the sheer essence of love’s ornate depth!
True love never ages, just becomes more beautiful aged. Time doesn’t change love’s texture, only deepens the breadth of its tapestry. Extracted daily to become love’s mosaic fabric, the intensified expression found within its breathless living!
Love, oh love, what will you have of my heart, my soul forevermore? Shall I dedicate to you the most illuminated place within my being, fledge you will forever be my most precious treasure? Oh, love, why are you so needy; you won’t let my complacency become? Even in my most darkest moment, you tug gently on my heartstrings. Making it known, my soul has vowed to never let circumstances change, how my heart illustrates the nature of your radiance. Of my incandescence, your glow, the show, the brilliance of your afterglow. Wholeheartedly you ask of me, but of my heartache you refuse to partake. Incandescent, oh love, you enlighten within me the evidence, embolden me to showcase with confidence. Even if it leaves me utterly vulnerable, my heart being exposed will surely reveal, your irrevocable light shining incandescent throughout the crevices of my soul. Knowing, lifetime of searching the deepest spaces of my heart, the weightless gravity would transcend meaningless perceptions… of love. This, my soul has come to know, incandescent love ignites of a tangible wick, waxed perpetually thick. Love’s crimson hue, its eternal flame burning incandescently brighter than what mere eyes perceive. Its ever-glow being more than just a fluorescent performance. But the raging fire within one’s heart and soul, the embodiment of its transfigured word. Love, let fleeting passion be more than a strong emotion, but the deep compassion of love’s incandescent flame!
Love, you’re the essence of a flower, fragrant, rich, vibrant, nuanced. From the depth of my soul, I tell you the truth; your picturesque beauty, all my soul will ever need. May I, evermore celebrate your sway, speak deeply of your pleasing way? It’s August, but in perpetuity my May flower. Hour after hour, love’s reign yields its beautiful shower. Love, may my heart take this moment to savor its rosary, give love’s breadth its due? Can my soul, relish its flowery nature, the sweetness of love’s crimson hue. Oh heart, don’t be silly, hope floats like deep rivered water lily; while breathtakingly hearts drown in love’s ocean. Love gazes breathless, with the scent of misted Daisy, love’s delightful kiss upon my tulips. You see, the summer of 86 there was A-gust, a cool introverted breeze, by love my heart seized, forever swept away. Sixteen candles, wished upon a star, but who can see that far. Yet, the winds of time blew, and the years flew, of love’s reign its heavenly dew. My May-flower, of heart’s wedded bliss, this, love’s cascading mist. Love, may I, pour from my soul of your overflowing well, what makes a heart swell; love, etched within the pages of my story’s poetic tell!
*** This week is my wife’s birthday, we met in the summer of 86, that August we celebrated her sweet sixteenth birthday. My May-flower she became, when we married May of 88. Over the years, I make a point to celebrated her. As some of you know, May 2023 she had a stroke, and we ended up celebrating our anniversary in the hospital; take out dinner and a movie, on my table. She’s still recovering, with my heart and soul as her caregiver, and God as our source. My days are long, but my full, caring for matching hearts. And, as long as I have breath, love’s celebration will forever be! ***
In May of 2020, I wrote a post called; the vow, a glimpse into our story. I’ve included the link, for anyone who would like to read it. The Vow!
Before words, heart heard, humming ever so slowly, moved ever so deeply. Before words, love’s dawning, heart’s yawning; soul awakening. Before words, love fell, heart swell, emotions tell, lost in l.o.v.e’s spell. Before words, love falls silent, captivated speechless contemplation; time still in motionless progression. Before words an inkling, heart tingling, love over-thinking. Before words, love tours, heart pours, along breathless shores. Before words, stars align, love define, moment enlighten. Before words, captured moment, love’s unveiling story. Before words, the unbeknownst breadth, my heart’s beating; exposed!
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!
Deep within my soul, a crimson love story seeps, penned its composition keeps. Etched upon the tablet of my heart, the end still being inked, of a mind and soul living synced. Love is the ink, my heart just the pen, versed to spill the tea. Plot involving, of my heart and soul’s evolving, the artistic breadth of one’s inked love provoking. Constant it flows, consisting of some of life’s woes. Yet, endlessly my love pours inked, a never ending love story. Transformation of a heart being led, penciled thoughts redefined, of love permanently inked, its essence defined. Every soul has its tipping point, love of a harmonious well, spills of one’s heart profoundly textured, visibly inked. By design, love’s artistry leaves its truest mark, of its fluidity drying so clear. One’s heart revealing, the tapestry of one’s innermost, love inked transparently pure!
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!
Believing, sometimes easier said than done, knowing there’s a sublime worth of one’s soul; Yet, belief is subjective. Seeing you’ve come so far, but Yet, your heart fixated on those distant hurdles. You know, you have so far to go; Yet, not persuaded your faith will overcome. Your focus being, amount of times you’ve been knocked down, not sure why stand; Yet, rise. Some days, your heart’s just trying to heal from a brand new scar, only for it to become a broken heart; Yet, there will be another moment for healing. Hope conquers so many mountains, wins the fiercest of battles; Yet, will never brag or boast; it needs your heart to be its host. It’s okay to question seasons, as your soul tries to find the reason; Yet, never doubt if your journey has purpose. Certainly, sometimes it’s hard to see, what your heart doesn’t want to believe; Yet, let trust verify. Don’t give up on, thinking love would abandon your heart. This moment in time, the rhyme; Yet, pieces of life’s poetry, motioning the soulful rhythm that finds. Whenever, anxiety won’t let your soul breathe; Yet, love’s breadth what inspires true confidence, letting the heart exhale its deepest breath. Life doesn’t always make sense; Yet somehow, gives mind, body, and soul its due, recompense. Feel worthy of love, even if some change seems just insignificant pennies; Yet, in love’s well, never a worthless wish to hope. Whenever, things seem uncertain, unbearable to your heart, don’t stop believing; Yet!
One, comes armed with words, the other, shows out with deeds. One fixated on wants, the other focused on needs. One’s mind, one’s heart, toe to toe battling, for ultimate supremacy; in life’s gladiator colosseum. The pursuit, not for a show of skill, but perpetual will. The heart, that knows its worth, is totally chill; its soul conveying, peace be still. The mind, unstable in its way, easily be swayed, battling to have its momentary thrill. Thoughts, seeks to outwit, only to be undone, with gentle nudges, love’s bridled bit. You see, it’s not about the contest. Love’s wields its greatest strength, heart and soul equip, with its undeniable context. Oh, mind, don’t mistake a bleeding heart, indicative of a wounded soul. Passion never counts the cost, what compassion will profoundly yield. Heart strategic, a soul deeply pragmatic. Heart and mind, journey to become warriors, for a time such as this. Heart and mind discovering, they’re more powerful, united to combat complacency. Heart and soul, taking captive an indifferent mindset. A thousand battles fought, but ten thousand more will be. Two Gladiators, heart and mind, finding common ground; the art of living with deep scars, but yet fulfilled!
Love, sway me tender, sway my heart true. Stir me neat, pour into my soul sweet, hold my gaze complete. Never let me go, but oh, release me again and again. Only to be once more, arrested by your sweet embrace. Love, oh love, invade my thoughts, captivate my heart, with the breadth of thy sublime. Gentle is thy grace, but so impatient my heartbeat’s haste, be so elated by the echo thy profound sway. Stay, keep wayward perceptions at bay; be my heart’s endless host. Tender love, love so tender; holding me so close, I surrender. Don’t let anything, come between to hinder, fan the flames, let it be more than cinder. Loving true, my soul has just one plea. Ask of me, you see; my heart belongs to thee. Offer my soul no reprieve, except of my heart no excuse, of being love’s tenderhearted muse. Love, it’s you, in me playing it so cool, when my mind acts a fool. Whisper into my soul, tell it to my heart; living is so much easier, because you move my heart and soul, in such a loving sWay. Within the depth of my soul’s gaze, my heart so amazed; how tender you make my daze. Caring, darling, sharing; love, my tenderness is you, my soul’s poetic hue. Making my life, deeply beautiful, tender!
A Love Story! 
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