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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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Its Deep River!

Many years ago, my heart, fell into a deep river, and oh, my soul, fathoms the breathless depth of its ocean. The nuances of its essence keeps, from my being it seeps, breathless every night my soul sleeps. Deeper in my heart falls, more profound the river’s echo calls. Years ago, my heart dove into a deep river, now, drowning how my soul breathes. Within its deepness, my soul gasp in its overflow, living elated within its immersive state, more exceedingly my heart’s breathlessness shows. Some time ago, my heart jumped into a deep river. Wholehearted the lunge, to the depth this river, my soul made the bottomless plunge. Never pondering sink or swim, just desiring if provoked would, be the water stirred within what could, be my soul’s fathomable breath. Love’s endless river, my heart knows it a fathomless ocean. Every day, by the riverside, love waits for my soul, at the edge of tomorrow. Beckoning heart to come, spill into its deep river. And together, traverse the breadth of love’s peaceful shores. And when, forevermore finds me drowned, in its measureless bliss. My soul deeply knowing, love’s deep river wasn’t impressed when I fell, when I dove, or when I jumped. The only thing that truly mattered, when my heart, breathlessly descended!

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Further!

The further, nostalgic moments tug heartstrings, the further, it propels enduring love’s trajectory. Love’s endearing reach, its profound depth does teach, heart to heart breadth compels. Each its own, what furthers the tether, what emboldens whether. True love, boldly go, further than any insignificant plateaus, love isn’t tic tac toe. Though, love attains, one thing remains, further it must still proceed, unrestrained. Furtherance, undergirded by the essence of its relevance. The further love goes, indicative of the place it’s always been; consistent. Its genuineness, furthers its benevolence, deepens its brilliance; years later, furthering its resilience. No heart, could ever drown breathlessly within love, without, first submerging yourself in its ocean. Deeper in love one’s heart goes, more alive one’s soul becomes. Love’s longevity, needs no epiphany, of its necessity. It just, waits for the opportunity, to fulfill its destiny. Intentional love, sees greater than peripheral, beyond horizons. To furthermore; lend aid, step up its aim, cultivate relations, advance love, nurture camaraderie, encouraging the heart to go, further!

*** This day, May 28, 1988, my bride and I wedded our hearts together, and further we vowed! ***

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Perpetual Bloom!

Of a perpetual bride, her heart cannot hide, her soul, drowning within love’s crimson tide. Her soul swept away, perpetually blushing, love knows her name. For no reason, her heart moved to tears, reminiscing the years, endearing love soothing her fears. Her mind never pondering, heart never wondering He loves me, he loves me not; does he truly love me? Oh, her love, isn’t tied up in knots. His love, not words, deeply says all her heart needs to know; I love you, dearly. Therefore, why would she ever bridle her tears? When, never-ending, they never need a reason; to winter, spring, summer, Fall. Her perpetual bloom, knows love doesn’t need April showers; to behold love blossoming beautifully. Love’s ageless stream, cascading through her; a deep river woman, is she. Her heart, beaming breathlessly. Her soul, reinvigorated inhaling its scent, love’s perpetual loom. Telling her softly, provoking her to once again; unbridled her heart and soul, jump the broom. Be one, with a heart well groomed, who forever makes room, never allowing love to assume. And even though, a heart’s posture will shift its position. Deep down, devoted love the never-changing decision; fertile love, needs room to bloom. Knowing, perpetual battles, just perennial cycles, which needs love’s perpetual breadth. To make every deep chasm moment, be what true love only fathom. Tethered hearts, still falling into love’s wedded bliss. Its glory, its story, its timeless muse; of love’s perpetual bloom!

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Internationally, a Woman!

Her heart, her soul, not a mystery, internationally. Her fame, her name, within her essence; her motherhood, her sisterhood, her womanhood. Within, between, even among many, yet different; her individuality. Her heart hovers, her love mothers. Her personification, her representation. Her worth, her quintessence; her true beauty, internally. Hospitable her, giving you her soul. Life shapes, her love seeps, her heart bleeds. The breadth of her love, resounds profoundly, moves deeply. A man’s perspective, does nothing to elevate her position. Knowing a woman’s worth, will enlighten his perception… of love. Her heart feels, her love breathes, her resilience glows. In her words, her tenderness. In her tenderness, her love. Within her love, her heart. Within her heart, her strength. In her strength, her courage. Within her courage, her power. In her power, her resolve; love without strings. Her heart seeks, her soul speaks; her poetry in motion. Every day, she rises to the challenge, give the best of her love, intentionally!

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