Dear heart, let me in, to stand with you, stand up for your worth. Like a flower, will sway you gently, capture your heart breathless. My presence is, but my essence what springs up, to let your soul perceive, the texture of my fragrance. Won’t, you receive it, concede there’s endless nuances, within the breadth of my endearing hue. Dearest soul, won’t you allow me, to make your heart whole. Let the depth of my light, illuminate your innermost, reveal that I am, etched deep in the pages of your existence. Let me be, the enlightenment to your soul’s constellation; reaching deep into every heartfelt contemplation. In me, in thee, freedom. No pretense, why pretend; I am, a friend. Deep in the trenches, your needs I attend. I will, unshackle your soul, be free indeed. Even, if you don’t choose to acknowledge it, I will profoundly be. Your tenderness, your intimacy, your devotion, your passion, your desire, your yearning, your warmth, your affection, your compassion, your friendship, your kindness, your sympathy; the deepest part of your being. For, I Am… Love, let me in, to be!
“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.” Let Me in! Revelation 3:20 NIV
*** This post, inspired by another’s heart, “the lounge chair podcast, Ep 152!” ***
Mommy, to my little heart, your love feels so divine, in my soul so sublime. Softly, tenderly, your love beats my little drum, like a lullaby your heart hums. When my love grows nice and strong, because of you, it will be my heart’s song. You give me the faith to believe, I crawl to know someday; on your love I can stand. And when, my faith questions if I can, your love reassures me. It will always be there, to lend a hand. Your love seeps, it keeps, worry free my worth sleeps. Mama, thank you, for letting my soul feel consoled; curled up within your love. Lying on its strength, hearing a heartbeat’s ballad, love beating through your big beautiful soul. Through, the lens of a baby’s heart, your love is my world, regardless of what my needs may hurl. Mom, you are my protector, my love whisperer, indeed. Just know, when my little heart’s grown, and seeming light years away. Deep inside my soul I know, if my heart feels broken. Your arms are always open, for my soul to run into. Your heartstrings, forever holding on to me. Please know, even when, my love goes through a faze, it’s just a haze; hurting you, in heartfelt ways. Your faithful love, it keeps my faith intact; to profoundly believe, in love’s maternal gaze. You see me, you get me; my every goo, speaks to you. Mummy, whenever, tears blurred my vision, fear make some decisions, your love was never missing. Even when, I choose not to listen; within life’s hush, your voice rings through, your loving still whispers. Mother, may I, take your love to have and to hold; wedded forever my heart and soul. It’s the dearest, your heart the fairest. It gives me faith to believe, give me the resolve to trust; within your love I’ve found rest. Even if, hopes and dreams are fading, your heart is ever shining, in a love worth finding. Teach my heart, preach to my worth, breach the depth of my soul, until your love reaches the place only it alone can fathom. You give life, you are love. It makes my soul so Happy, to know every day; my heart you will be. It’s so sweet, to trust your heart; feel the breadth of your love, resting deeply upon my soul!
*** Happy Mother’s Day, to all the wonderful mothers! May your heart be forever known, for all the love shown! ***
I am satisfied, my heart’s breadth, irrevocably fulfilled. Love’s desire spills, meaningless hunger has lost its thrill; could never again satisfy, become my soul’s unadulterated fill. Thoughts, don’t awaken the dawn, pondering my soul’s yawn; my heart knows love’s wonder, nature of my dearest fawn. My soul’s satisfaction, doesn’t plead for justification, but moved by heartfelt revelation. I’m contented to be, what my soul is pleased being; truly satisfied. I am filled, my heart sustained knowing, my soul’s beyond the place of still becoming. I’m convinced, my heart conceded; my most profound zeal, embracing. Not grappling with what persuasion yields, but what boundless confidence wields; transformation. Of love, I am persuaded; heart and soul never debated; to be or not to be, deeply elated. My soul, every day again doesn’t make certain; what’s resides at the hem of my heart’s curtain. Unapologetically, love leaves my heart exposed, my soul free of its veil. I am content; to assure, reassure, my love’s unconditional assurance. I am satisfied, within my heart, money doesn’t move. The chase of it, my soul has reproved, tethered strings love has removed. Of my inherent worth, its worthless plea could never suffice. Love’s fulfilling price, its satisfaction for me, thrice. Oh, I am satisfied, my heart’s purest breadth, irrevocably fulfilled. Love’s desire spills, meaningless hunger lost its thrill, never again satisfy; be of my heart’s deepest fill. In perpetuity, my soul satisfied in being, breathlessly contented, still!
Anthem of the heart, what leaves an impression on the soul, residue of an enduring legacy, a life lived. What, does it truly mean to dream, the Impossible Dream; one’s heart, running into places, the brave dare not go? Can, Any Love find its way, moved by love’s sway? Everyone, needs love no doubt, for every soul, would feel so alone without. Everybody, hopes to someday find love’s bliss, but first, wrap your heart around this. Here and Now, promise to love faithfully. Little Miracles, happen every day; you just, need to be a heart with its love true. Always and Forever, love in your own special way; melt every heart with a smile. Just that, tells them you really care, a heart that would dare; to let your love shine. I believe, in the Power of Love. Every daughter’s heart, moment tethered to their soul’s mate, the request; Dance with My Father. Knowing, A House is Not a Home, without love. It’s, So Amazing, to be loved; how it tugs at the heart, like a stringed instrument. And, when love’s absolutely pure, it feels like a lyrical ballad; saying. Love, it’s All About You, not about me. “There is no one more beautiful, than you are to me, and I am proud to know, I’m here by your side. Let my love be the sway, the sunshine that brightens up your way,” what, a faithful heart provides. Becoming two hearts, two hearts beating as one, love!
Luther Ronzoni Vandross Jr, 1951-2005. He was an American soul and R&B singer, songwriter, and record producer, widely known as the “Velvet Voice”. He sold over 40 million records worldwide, achieved eleven consecutive RIAA-certified platinum albums, and won eight Grammy Awards, including Song of the Year in 2004 for “Dance with My Father”. He was also inducted into the National Rhythm & Blues Hall of Fame and the Grammy Hall of Fame.
This post, a montage of some of my favorite Luther songs. Something, I’ve been looking to write for the last few years, but haven’t had the time. Like so many other artists, whose voices have left a lasting impression. Whitney Houston, Kenny Rogers, who I’ve written posts about in the past. Hopefully, this post resonates! Apr 25, 2025
If you would like to read, Kenny’s Montage I shared in 2022, Here: is the link.
The mind, can sometimes feel so weary, the body, sometimes suffers from a case of exhaustion; just, let it be. Sometimes, one’s spirit can feel intermittent exhaustion, gasping to be aware of its innermost breadth. Even, the heart can, occasionally experience moments of fatigue; just breathe. Sometimes, just living in the moment, can still feel so exhausting. One’s proverbial flame, feeling burnt out; just, light a candle. Confusion says, give in to feelings, but wisdom says. Even, if the mind is weary, the body’s suffering exhaustion, spirit’s gasping, your heart is fatigued? Never allow, love’s quintessence to become exhausted; just, waiting to Exhale. Love, doesn’t wait for the perfect moment, to act; just, an opportunity to let its actions be. Justification, will never pry, let your heart cry; exhaustion’s just the lie, it could never search heart of hearts. Then, just, adjust the perspective, it will profoundly change, exhaustion’s perception!
Could, someone please tell it to my heart, how does my soul’s breathless amazement, not become my words left utterly speechless? And if, that doesn’t provoke intuitive perplexity? How, then through contemplation, my soul longs to know the breadth of its consistency? This emboldened soul of mine, would eagerly journey the end of time, needing to fathom its depth. If that’s the case, why, wouldn’t one’s heart not be willing, to drown in its unfathomable ocean? Just, to know its deepest places, be my soul in awe, gasping within the spaces of its vastness. Pondering the nature of its existence, one’s mind provoked so deeply. You take your heart out of its sheath, only to have your doubts, slain by the might of its wonder. Your soul, thoroughly captured by its beauty, daydreams swept away into its blissful yonder, by the sphere of its influence. A heart, traversing the heartfelt plain of its own destiny, a soul encountering, the ways of its ecstasy. Where, the bravest of souls, are not just willing to have their heart wide open, but be profoundly swayed by its charm. A heart in a place, where no harm befalls, falling within its infectious arms. Its aura, a sight to behold, how its muse takes hold, its language so bold. Whispers to your soul in the stillness, peers into your hopelessness. What brings a heart to tears, what soothes your fears. Your soul, feeling its warmth, swaddling you in your brokenness. Immensely, intensely, indubitably; its presence hovers within the shadows. No needy heart could ever escape it, Love’s intentional gaze!
Irrevocably yours, within my soul and that of my heart, of love deeply true. For I, within my heart of hearts, know love could never be pure, if not love irrevocable. Vow I have vowed, not of just words, but of my heart’s posture. Soul’s absolute pledge to be of love, death could never part. Destiny is, destiny does, irrevocably transcend; time, space. Picturesque love, not just poetic art, work’s of love’s unalterable stance. Like of the wind’s might, my heart is irrevocably taken. My soul has flight, expanding my mind’s sight. Love’s breathless encounter, mind, heart, soul; altered irrevocably. Faithful love does, for faithful love is, unapologetically intentional. Truth of love’s essence, in me deeply embedded, my deepest love emboldened to be, tangibly felt, unshakably committed. Therefore, how could my heart be irrevocably blue, dipped in love’s crimson hue? Love’s inalienable breadth, of one’s soul attainable, its beauty of one’s heart, irrevocably available. My heart’s soliloquy, of what my soul utters, of what perpetual ink spills, my dearest love, irrevocable!
Right here, this place, the crevices of my soul. Where my heart wants to be, my soul needs You to be. Here, so close to me, no space in between, stay. Until, tears wash away all my defenses, love silences any lingering fear, forever won’t meet us here. Love’s every encounter, feeling like heaven to me. Here, my soul caught up in love’s rapture, in love being, naturally so. My heart, doesn’t want to seem so laid back, but, pressed deeply up against your love, where my soul loves so to be. Here, I lay my soul down, knowing no shadow of a doubt, this love can ever be shaken; stirred. Here, love’s peace my silent river, an ocean so overwhelming, so breathtakingly deep to sea(e). A soul, on a quest to fathom love’s true meaning; a heart, finding ways to be in perpetuity here, in love. Here, love illuminates, its breadth enlightens. In that moment, time has no existence, neither, my heart putting up any resistance. You don’t have to be here, you never stroll far from my thoughts. In my soul, I feel your love near. In my heart, earnestly it keeps me company, here. Whenever, love strikes its chord, heartstrings tug my soul. Sweetest of lullabies, echoing profoundly, swaying breathlessly; heart and soul. The imaginable made possible, undeniable made beautiful, Here!
The Tag: A soul, producing heartfelt prose, a heart releasing its symbiotic film. Layers of the heart’s innermost, revealing the soul’s cinematic story!
The Plot: Sometimes, in life our soul can feel trapped; a heart under fire, feeling no one has your back. But, make up within heart of hearts, your resilience will never give in, will never surrender to fear of the unknown. The battles our soul faces, build character, the fears our heart slays, strengthen confidence, emboldening our resolve. Beyond every horizon, faith abounds, found within hope’s renown!
A eMotion Picture:
When, the day won’t let your heart be, soul struggling to breathe. The breathless moments, the battles that leave a heart feeling vulnerable, truth be told. When, indifference tries to blindside your soul’s resolve, ambushed your hopes, plot against your daydreams. Your soul, caught within the crossfire of needs, your heart facing an insurgent of wants. Your heart and soul, deep within the trenches of life, battling on-slot of emotions. Heart and mind conflicted, anxiety, being vindictive. Love, doing its best to reign, but oh, the illusive nature of tear’s diabolical rain. Grace under fire, wayward thoughts scheming with stress; to abandon core beliefs. The heart, cleaving to one’s hopefulness, prudence will prevail. The battle for mind, body, soul; the struggle that rises with the dawn. Mind asking the heart, do you have the strength to endure, fighting for the health of your soul. Words pierced deeply, a bleeding heart, overwhelmed by the incoming. If, love has the final say; it’s a triumphant heart, wielding an endearing outlook!
Battle scars, never defines the soul’s resilience, exposed, never indicative of a heart losing, just tested; vested. If ever, night becomes the heart’s daunting foe, relinquish to it woes, watch as into the abyss it goes. A barrage of lies, deeply wounded do pry, but will never penetrate, armor of a guarded heart. Though, deep in the pit, seeming like hell. Yell if you must, just don’t cuss. On the cusp, of a soul well knowing thus; always the darkest, before the dawn. While, serving honorably, no need to cover up your flaws. Every heart, at some point must, give an account for its soul’s decision; stood for principles, abandoned just beliefs? During the heat of the moment, a faithful heart endures, trusting the process. Whenever, life drops a bomb, aimed at devastating your beliefs. Even, a heart in tatters, clinging to strands of confidence, its soul unshakable. A soul, finds its greatest reprieve, in knowing its profoundest worth. The encounters, deepening the heart’s preservation. Virtue of its courage, while yet under fire!
This post, inspired by an American war drama film, released in 1996; courage under fire, starring Denzel Washington, and Meg Ryan. I haven’t watched it in years, but have seen it a few times, to remember the plot. It came to mind yesterday, and thus a peak into my heart. Hope you enjoyed it, and if you haven’t seen the movie, check it out, it’s worth watching!
It compels! So deeply compelling, but my heart so willing, of what it demands of my soul. Even, when my mind’s convinced, rebellion the way to justification; my heart, compels wayward emotions. Walk this way, talk this way; be compelled by its sway. What’s a heart to do, when it compels your soul to be still, but yet still, moves your heart, compellingly? Why yell, when it makes your heart swell? Atoms of its cell, flow so deep like a well, being its concede the tell; I’m compelled. Putting up resistance, become complaisant, not I; comply shall I, its advocate bright eyed. Why, my soul, would never know its profound, my heart not open to its renown; of its verb and its noun. Its truth so well meaning, its beauty so acutely compelling. Of its breadth taking, its depth giving; glimpses of its nature. When, you feel you’ve lost your way, searches the heart. Meets you in the struggle, meet you in your darkest hour. Meets your soul at the place, where it compels you to know your worth. It sees you, fills you, whispers into the stillness of your soul. So compellingly, you willingly let it gently, take you by the heart. Oh, sometimes from eyes, water rains, but in heart of hearts, God reigns. And thus, oh how Love must, be what propels, to be compelled!
A Love Story! 
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