Keeping Love’s Wick Lit: Burning Through Every Season

IN THIS SEASON, DOES YOUR WORTH FEEL SEEN? I’m not talking about the holiday season; I’m speaking to the season your heart finds itself in. Just know, you’re not alone; I too go through those kinds of proverbial seasons. Where even the love closest to your heart can feel a bit cold. And the hardest thing with those moments, keeping your own love blazing incandescently. My encouragement for overcoming every season ahead, keep the faith; love’s luminous flame burning bright. My friends, lift up your hope, be bold with your love regardless of the season, be emboldened to confidently step into another moment with strength that conquers every doubt; that you’re not seen. Let the fire inside of you be the passion, that makes the song in your heart compelling. Surely, after that season is over, the crackling nature of love’s sublime essence will be the spark; the reason ornate love once again, feels like home! 

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A Love Thang!

I’m a simple man, with a complicated heart, yet from the start; if truth be told, I’ve got this thing. So serious, it makes my bell ring, my heart sing. I know how this sounds, but yet so profound; this thing tugs every string, and oh, how much joy it brings. This thing is so groovy, how its deep rhythm moves me, and every day; it deeply behoves me, to let its sway forever hold. Oh me, oh my; this is such a groovy little thing. Every time its rhythmic flow sways, my soul dances to its smooth lyrical twang; oh, what can I say, I’m just a simple man. This man doesn’t need much, just know the embrace of love’s simple touch. Me and my lady, we have a nice thang, a wonderful thang; a truly special thang, the real thang, such a deep thang!

Lady, it’s the little things, the itty bitty things; that keep my heart a loving thang. All the little things, the little sweet loving things, that show your heart’s my true love thang. Candy girl, sweet lady; woman you will always be, my one and only love thang. Lady, we will always have the thang, my everything. But, what’s a thing, if it’s not a good loving thang? Girl, you done know, my heart will forever big up your loving thang. Tapestry of love, texture of a dove, taking wings of a heart up above. There’s no feeling better than knowing, a sweet love thang!

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Even Forever More!

From the day of my heart’s birth, my love story being shaped, the form of my forevermore. Naivety tries to tell  one’s heart, falling deep in love makes needs weak, but intuitively one’s depth of being learns; only a breathless soul fathoms the breadth of forevermore. Time after time, with the sheer strength of its will, love whispers to my soul’s stillness. Telling my every heartbeat, what rhythm it needs to catapult its belief, beyond the unknown. No other presence could ever move you by its essence, make one’s soul feel that way, heart’s every pulsation captured by its sway. Love’s kiss upon my soul, words lips could never convey. Whatever breath escapes, my soul exhales endlessly, faithfully until it breach forevermore. Love reaches, not just to meet my heart where it’s at, but stretches my mind, body, and soul beyond point of resistent, to my heart being what navigates the gravity of my love into transcendent spaces. Even, forever more!

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By Design; Love’s Dancing Reign!

Dancing with the Stars

My little ballerina, four foot eleven she, but her posture by design, of a  heart gracefully divine. Her toes curled, her spirit twirled, her heart a dazzling pearl. Through the ups and downs, like endearing hearts that danced with life, her perseverance answered the call. With every stretch of imagination, with every rise and fall, hopes and dreams befall. Her tendu stretched, chassé motioned, arabesque extended; développé developed, jeté leaping bounds. Her love pointed, her soul glided, confidence rising; her heart chasing butterflies. Within the stages of life, her heart lit up the room, her soul danced heavenly. The highest point of life, one’s innermost reaching its most elevated potential. My little ballerina, even though her twirl no longer this world, within my heart her love still dances. Within heaven’s gates her soulful prance does enhance. No one to judge her light, she’s dancing with the stars! 

Within Love’s Reign

Caught within its rapture, heart and soul drenched by its essence. Heart to heart, hand in hand; sing, dancing within love’s reign. Every breath held tight, the moment feeling right; love’s breathtaking reign, drowning your innermost within a deep river. Love’s reign befalling the heart, its gentle dew lingers within plain sight; a soul bared breathless for all to see, your heart has been throughly saturated, within the reigning depth of love’s cascading hue!

*** By design, a collaboration of my late daughter’s spirit and my soul, giving my heart inspiration to create these designs. Each design, pieces of different elements woven together; pictures, drawings, paint swatches, inserted and manipulated within several design apps, together creating the final design. A legacy in the making, love’s ornate breadth by design! ***

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Still.

Still, my heart wanting to be, my soul forever willing to become. When my soul’s perception looks at the nature of this moment, love still resembles its most beautiful portrayal. The vow still, my heart will, let every ounce of endearing love spill. Knowing, by you I will stand, still; love’s I do fulfill. Navigating my place, contemplating your space, love patiently keeping pace. Years have taught my heart this, love doesn’t shine more radiant every starry gaze. It’s more profoundly illuminating with every inward look, seeing that even in love’s momentary haze, its luminous aura still has the ability to shine so divine. Within the beautiful daylight, every beautiful moonlight, wee hours of the twilight; years later shining beautifully still. 

Love’s well holds so much, watered down love doesn’t serve to do much,  if not felt like a sublime touch. Love’s journey takes your soul far, every intuitive breadth beyond the stars. Love, through your eyes my heart is swept away, breathlessly into the depth of your soul. My gravity still this, blissful moments that take my heart’s every breath, held dearly beloved within love’s weightless kiss. Even when moments got real tough, the tides seemed overwhelmingly rough; still, wasn’t enough for my love to give up on us. Was never a fuss, give all my heart vowed; must, trust. We’re definitely worth it, our hearts absolutely worth it; this love endearingly worth it, still.

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Love’s Everlasting Bloom! 

Love grows nurtured, beginning with an intuitive seed, implanted deep within the depth of a prolific soul. Fertilized gracefully its vibrancy flourishes, watered faithfully throughout its essence blooms earnestly. Adequate detail given to its oxygenation, light seeming to glisten through its ornate breadth, its hue blossoming so profoundly. Rough edges pruned gently, soft tunes sway soul deeply. Color of love, so warm, so tender, a picture perfectly painted. Love anticipated, its devotion reciprocated. Heart elated, breath bated; intent sweetly stated. Naturally felt, perpetually grown, love’s effervescence bloom!

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Of its Delightful Ethos!

Love’s ethos, a soul giving the best of its thoughts, its warmth, its time, its compassion. Its most endearing heartbeat with echoes of its uplifting verse, emitting the most beautiful parts of its innermost life force. A moody light, still a reflection of a heart’s ambiance, revealing the most luminous breadth of love’s deepest desire. Spirit to spirit, heart to heart; the climate of our hopes profoundly shifting the culture, manifestation of sustainable dreams. Where breath isn’t the art of just breathing, but tapestry released of love’s most intuitive exhale, without fail, of verbs that will never flail. Love’s prevailing tendency, of every soul’s dependency, fortifying every heart’s positive independency. Where character matters, its essence doesn’t rather, its tenor deeply pleased to do on to others. Love’s influential characteristics displayed, its actions playing a quintessential role. Life’s principled aspirations, tethered to love’s sublime goodness, its delightful encounter; heart and soul knowing the divine nature of its most endearing ethos!

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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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His and Hers!

Love, had as my words ever made it seem, it’s all about me? Has it ever seemed, I’ve been able to do it all by myself, when you make me a better man? Oh love, whisper it quietly to my soul, as not shatter once a vulnerable ego. Have it ever seemed, my heart could ever do it on its own, fathom the innermost of love’s deepest depths? Years will teach one’s soul, hearts incline love will refine, his and hers to define. Passion never counts the cost, lost in love’s overwhelming sway. Love’s thirst, his and hers soul quenched, even of its bittersweet yet passionate honey nectar. Tangibly love breathes of his and hers being, of tethered hearts gasping breathless. Hearts breathing in tandem, navigating cycles of life. Pedals of progression, of petals laid bare of love’s heartfelt expression. Matching souls in twine, love sipped like fine wine, poured for his and her’s to savor. Love, let my soul not waste the moments, what affords one’s heart to taste its divine richness; marination of his and her’s wholehearted devotion. His and hers hearts embroidered, of love’s tattooed ink. Seeping in places, overflowing into spaces, behoving love’s breathtaking accessibility; being of his and hers matching hearts! 

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Of the Heart!

To provide hope, to be of service, of a loving heart’s desire. Substantive love, tangible of its manifestation, faithful of its dissemination. It doesn’t take bravery to love, it takes courage to fight the urge, to abandon love’s core principles, if sincerely of your heart. Choosing to stay in love, regardless of whatever tries to sway. Not of the way words take its boldest chance, but one’s heart being resolute in an emboldened stance. Boldness compels the heart, but faithfulness propels the will. Till then, it’s not of the heart, of a passing thought. It doesn’t take knowledge to stand up against fear of commitment; it takes an acknowledgment thereof. Conquering fear isn’t about putting up resistance, but one’s heart not building up barriers. Sometimes, trying to shield ourselves from grief, unintentionally our heart loses sight of an indifferent thief, looking to rob of love’s heartfelt belief. Strength of character, the cornerstone of choosing to be of love forever. Not as an act of valor, a fact of love’s actionable veracity. So many say their love is fearless, but when the struggle gets too real. Careless love becomes words misplaced, seeming of a so heartless. Compassion’s truth, of passion’s proof. Love of an elaborate rouge, could never truly be of the heart!

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