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Honey-Well.

Love has a persuasive tell, heartfelt intuitively the heart swell; every day, the soul needing its fill. The moment swaying to be still, the soul basking in the warmth of its presence, giving more than a momentary thrill, but so many perpetual chills. One’s heart provoked, overwhelmed tears gently spill. Love’s reign pouring at will, filling up the soul’s empty well; heart gripped by its breathtaking allure. Life’s sweet ambiance, scented with the richness of love’s deep lavender smell. At the watering spring, heart does its thing, fill the soul’s cup with love’s overflow. Indulged by its favor, outpouring of its essence savored. Streams of love, one’s soul dipped deeply in its well, becoming apparent its fountain of youth. Oh, please don’t get it twisted, deep love isn’t a wishing well, gives you so much more than ever wished. Pennies a day, love giving one’s heart capability to know, its most earnest price requires one’s soul to be profoundly willing; to give even what seems insignificant. Tell me, is there a well within your soul, or a gaping whole within your heart? Even if so, dig a little deeper, love’s quintessence of heart and soul’s well keeper. So many put the proverbial cart before the horse, then wonder why the moment never leads you to love’s enlightened sure. Place in your heart, where love’s intuitive breadth becomes one’s innermost drowning breathlessly. Yet knowing well, love’s deepest meaning isn’t what it spells, but what the gauge of it tells. Love’s most sweetest nectar, found dipping one’s heart in its sappy well, one’s soul deeply saturated within. Of its sweetened hopes, of sweet dreams, honeyed love tethered to sweetest of hearts!

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The Defender!

Heart to heart, Love defends!

Truth, its aura even if mild-mannered yet profoundly just, powerfully defends your heart with inalienable might. From the depth of your being Hope swoops in, its breadth swaying cape-able, be the defender of your heart’s posture. Faith, with laser-like focus, its faithful ability has power that will transcend mere physical restraints. The greatest of these, Love. Its passion stands tall, ready to answer the call; its unfathomable resilience wields such compassion, able to break a heart from its chains of doubt and despair with care. The texture of its essence, inner woven within the fabric of its tapestry. With unbelievable instinct, Love leaps into action, with resolute aspirations. Acts with open arms, to safeguard you from harm, heroically with its charm. Love is patient, kind; never brag or boast of its strength, hence. Love’s presence hovers instinctively, takes you by the heart intuitively. In a flash ready to aid, in heartfelt dash not afraid to show vulnerability; its inability to withhold grace. With overwhelming confidence bares its innermost humanity; past grievances never rehashed. True Love shelters, shields, intentions revealed; protect your heart and soul with unwavering zeal, regardless of how it feels. A defender of Truth, of Hope, of Faith; never looking to be called a hero, just what has no pretense, Love!

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Pressed up Against!

Love’s breadth, its essence presses against my heart, gives my soul oxygen to exhale. Whenever, I substitute it with my own breath, it becomes just a-gasp. Deep love not letting the very air I breathe, be in essence another ordinary breathtaking moment, its quintessence not being of its ornate breadth permeating within. When life intervenes love takes my breath, puts my heart in its place. So the vantage point can be the perspective from whence love sustains, and life my heart has strength to restrain. You see, love has me by the heart, takes my soul’s breath to precipitous heights. Love’s actions of a heartfelt soliloquy, acting out with no desire for dramatic effect, just act wholehearted elect. Through an optical lens love lends itself to be, a heart lensed with focus being love’s most optimal perception. Of my heart would never suffice, if my soul not pressed to understand love’s true gravity, exhaled through depth of one’s enlightenment. Moonlight, star bright, love hold my breath within thy endearing might. Make my gaze thy sunlight, my soul never slip through thy enduring spotlight. My soul taking flight, giving my heart better sight. Love having its way, every enlightened breadth swaddled in its sway. Love’s gentle nudge pushing against life’s overbearingness, its faithfulness not willing to budge. No space in between, love pressed up against a heart’s most impressionable place, with breathless haste!

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Luminous! 

How do you describe a heart, with a soul seeming enlightened, emboldened only to radiate so luminescent. How can gentle words impact so deeply, having the ability to nudge heart and mind so profoundly, leave you utterly speechless? Unless it be fashioned, within the awe-inspired construct of love’s endowed breadth. Solitude, not defined by absence of engagement, but rather revealing the quietness of one’s heart, the time needed for the soul to find luminous clarity. Hearts in twine, love in kind; room made to let togetherness shine, love’s silhouette refined. Darkened moments in life, not indicative of an eclipsed moment, but the inevitability of one’s soul existing within the confine of love’s lucent aura. Perception can’t realize, what love’s light does not first illuminate. Love’s devoted bliss could never truly thrive indifferently remised, void of love’s unveiled brilliance, the illustration seen through the lens of its illustriousness. Its heartfelt propensity, ignited wick of its intentional intensity; being its breathless gravity, an irrevocable love potently luminous!

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Sweetly!

Sweet Love, You are my soul’s joyous delight, indulgence of my innermost. Take me sweetly by the heart, to the sweet bye and bye. But, before my soul traverses the breadth therein, the gravity that takes my deepest breath. Intimate love, into me see, does your sweetness bear witness within my soul? Within the valley of shadows, walk with me, talk with me, hide my fears within the clefts of the hollow. Every day, my soul makes room, hear my heart’s love song bellow. My every heartstring strummed like to that of a breathless cello, hello. Roses are red, violets true, love deepens the crimson hue, within the depth of a heart’s more pleasant flower. Oh love, every hour, cue the violin, cue the orchestral tears moved by love’s sweet cascading sway. Its touching melody, textured essence of sweetened tapestry. Sweet dreams are made of these, how love rests so tenderly upon my swaddled soul. Hold my gaze, this not just a heartfelt faze; set my soul ablaze, emboldened of you be my most earnest praise. Words spoken softly, of love be the purest honey, dripping of love’s sweetest sublime, time after time. Chime in at any time, nurse my heart’s rhythmic rhyme, be love’s endless little twinkle, twinkling like an endearing star. Candid love, be near never far, nudge my soul profoundly with gentleness conveyed. Saving forever, love swayed endeavor, heart in heart forevermore. Love, oh love, irrevocably of thus I am; an endlessly seeping dam, pierced sweetly ever so… 

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Living Breathlessly!

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!

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Love Incandescent! 

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!

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My May-Flower!

My May-Flower

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!

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Before Words!

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!

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Within the Contours!

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!

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