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!
Canvas of the heart, paints of love its most beautiful portrait. Beyond what the eyes see, but what the soul reveals, of what the heart conceals. Love, its most endearing expression, a display of love’s vibrant texture, what yields its colorful warmth. Its hue, brushed gently up against the fabric of life, what’s pressed deeply within the canvas of the soul. Love left portrayed, the heart left elated. Love’s artistic portrait, heart its imagery, soul its creativity; its work of art. Every heart, oiled with the painted breadth of love’s essence. What the soul drips, canvas deeply stained with its abstract artistry. Love’s deep crimson characteristics, profound image of its breathtaking beauty. Definition defined, nuances refined. Love’s canvas, never a blank slate, just the state; heart and soul. Woven tapestry, tapered having the nature to be, a depiction of love’s ornate expression!
Through a telescopic lens, love gazes with intention, sees beyond the natural. A heart captivated, by the breadth of love’s galactic hue. Like the stars, love’s radiant glow glistens, a reflection of the heart’s quintessence. Stargazing, hearts souls raptured by a love so amazing, the heart left dazing. Hearts, fixed on love’s aura, soul’s wick awaiting to become, beautiful enlightenment of love’s breathtaking light, of heights. Love’s gaze, ignites the spark of its sublime. Might of its compassion, soul gazing with wide-eyed curiosity, its passion observantly in awe, heart wide open. Knowing, the beauty of love’s cosmos, envisioned within its breathless wonder. Conceived within the nature of its muse, contemplated in the depth of its immersive escape. Heart and soul swept by the gravity, within love’s heartfelt gaze!
Dreamer, every heart is an innate dreamer. Some fairy tales, dream of falling in love, while daydreams, gaze within the possibility of being in love. But, for me and my heart, it doesn’t dream of being; faithful love is about conceding, to staying. Everyday, Just, fall in love again. You see, every morning, my dreams do come true. When, my heart kisses, upon the love of my sleeping beauty, to let it awaken my soul. And all day long, my heart races to the ball, slow dance with the love of my Cinderella. DJ, play another slow jam, this time, make it sweet. To Just, with one glance, heart concurs with soul; Just, let it happen, fall breathlessly. For those moments, when the day plays with the mind, to capture the imagination, it encounters much resistance. The elasticity in my heart not swayed, to Just, let thoughts have its way, with my soul. Mind over what matters, a heart in tatters, enamored with love that only flatters. Real love, knows how to hold your gaze just right, how to grip your heart tight. Your every breath, not putting up a fight; Just, waiting to exhale. The soul eclipsed by radiant light, the heart saying it Just might, fall again. Magic, that must be its charm, how love does what it does; does the soul no harm, when it takes you by the heart. And even though, again and again it makes you fall; do it again, give love its due. My heart, will never justify my soul; it vowed to forever be, love’s useful muse. But, before my love became, Just; my heart first had to concede, it Must, fall… again!
My heart, lost a breath, lost it within the depth of time, on it, sun doesn’t shine. I lost a breath, swept away by streams of love’s cascading breadth, deserting my heart within the sands of time. The remaining breaths of my soul, exhales now with the end in mind; how a moment in time, my breath I held. Oh, how I nurtured this breath, dedicated my soul to its purpose, kept its worth so close to my heart. But yet, now resting with the power to be, embraced within the heart of thee. So, my soul holds on to hopes, to dreams. My soul lost a breath, on the wings of love, it’s up and above the clouds, the only way to get there, fly on the wings of love. When, my heart takes its last breath, my soul won’t be at a loss, embracing my lost breath in love’s serenity. For, every lost breath is found, in peace like a river, finding its delight within love’s angelic hue. Every day, my soul senses something in the air, love breathing within the hollowness of my heart. Remnants of my beloved, hovers in the stillness, echoing the beauty of love’s quintessence. Along life’s journey, a heart full, inevitably loses a breath, for souls gasp when kindred. Heard it said, one can lose its mind, but, what does a mind have to do with it? When every breath you take, every step you make, love prevails. Baby steps, and with every deep breath, solace will confidently find; my cherished breath, nestled within love’s sublime. My heart, lost a breath, ascended to a celestial plane, but yet in me, its presence abides. Que sera, sera, what will be, will surely be!
A Love Story! 
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