Don’t ever feel, you’re not enough. That my heart, won’t always love you. Don’t ever feel, my love won’t deeply respect, and honor you. Don’t ever feel, there’s a moment I won’t want you, or won’t need your love. Don’t ever feel, my heart will spontaneously come bust… ing in. Recklessly take your love, just to keep it all to myself. Reckless my love will be, whenever I need, to relentlessly chase after your heart. Don’t ever feel, I don’t want to know your heart. My love, forever wants to be. A man of action, a man after your heart. Forever for me, never about knowing, a feeling. But being in a place, where love transcends emotion. Don’t ever feel, I won’t always cherish your love. That my heart will ever stop holding, let my soul ever let you go. Someday will never make me forget, what your love has truly come to mean. All the love your heart, has so graciously lavished on my soul. Don’t ever feel, I need your heart to believe, your love to always know. My heart, will forever be. Whatever, your heart needs it to be. Your love, is enough… for me! Apr 19, 2021
A heart becomes a portrait, seen with many interpretations. But meant to be portrayed, through one perspective. The design, was masterfully crafted. To resonate, as a flawless masterpiece. The true excellence, based on what kind of love’s deeply applied. Though the heart, can become blind, to always see clearly. The love, should never forget; what truly needs to be seen. The story, embedded deep within the canvas of the heart. That brushes against the breadth, and captures the imagination. A design that clearly shows, that there’s a light of love, reflecting within the canvas. In each line, there a creation. Every pattern reveals, that every layer of love, leaves a lasting impression. The representation, that surely reflects the heart of the artistry. The One, who not just formed, but created. What’s seen, through the genesis of love. The plan, unveiled in blueprint. What is felt, what provokes an emotion; forever shape the heart. In the colors, the love, the breadth, and the depth. Forever seen, through the right lens. It doesn’t matter, who tries to block the light. A shadow, is still a reflection. Don’t let any unbeliever tell you, you’re not thoughtfully, and wonderfully made. You are created, to live in the masters peace, by design!
It doesn’t matter, what people say, or what they do. They can’t change, how amazing each and every day becomes, when grace is found. God’s love, portrayed in every gentle brush. Don’t you dare, say your portrait is already finished. He’s, taking His time. His love, cares about every little detail. Let His love, fix your gaze… only for His heart. Let it, work on your smile. Shape what becomes, your own unique personality. And through whose eyes, you can truly see yourself? An occasional glimpse, into the rear view. Only shows, how far you’ve come. Not all the places, His love plans to take your heart. He’s done, working on your posture. I hope you can truly see, how incredible you are, in His eyes. Poetry in the motion, love deepening with the loving devotion. The kisses of love, seen etched upon the heart. Live your life, gracefully. Run the everyday hustle, faithfully. Let the true breadth of love, breathlessly move your soul. Until the work of art, is completed. Don’t ever think, you won’t get through it; what becomes the circumstances? Hold your head high, don’t puff your chest; just open your heart. You won’t know, what’s truly possible. Until, you know your true worth. A heart ready, to not just shine, but radiate love. My heart, here only to remind you. It doesn’t matter, what comes against you. Just who, paints the finished picture for you. For your heart to be seen, A Designed Original!
The spotlight, sometimes ends up on me. When it, should always be on Your heart. Every time, the love makes your presence known. But, my heart has to roll out the red carpet. Invite you in, to honor the breadth of Your love. Your name, it’s in lights. In the sun, the moon, the stars. It shimmers, forever in the light of heaven. A love, written on my heart. In the entire universe, nothing could ever eclipse the breathless beauty. Your love, famous beyond just words. It’s the most famous love, my heart will ever know. It plays such a vital role, for a heart struck by the greatness. But how, could the word famous ever describe Your heart? When Your love, transcends even sight and sound. So, before I go any further. I want everyone to know, the words my heart pens. They’re not from a script, my heart chooses to memorize. These words, anyone can find them; resting forever on my soul!
Love, is an action words. Knowing your heart, my soul knows; it’s the greatest love of all. True love, not about an act one, but sense two many times. Your love, moves my heart to act. Draw closer, to know the true depth. Google, can search Your name. But it can never know, how it has changed my heart. Your heart, unsearchable, but knowable; at very same time. Why, after so many years. The love, my heart still receiving. Forever perceiving, the truth therein. In my soul, there absolutely no deceiving. For nothing else, will ever compare. When you’re a heart griped, by the endless love. A soul absolutely riveted, to hear when Your heart speaks. To be heart, left in awe, captivated by the awesome wonder. For a love, worthy of being center stage. My heart and soul, forever sold out. For the love, had me at hello. Why, would my heart ever need a refund. When my soul, knows the promise is true. Your love, will be my Forever. For Your name, is signed permanently across my heart. Now a love on display, for the whole world to see. Your love, not just a performance I know. But a breathtaking lifestyle, One breath at a Time!
The beautiful sunrise, the breathtaking moonlight. In the brightest star, in the beauty of the heavenly. In a clouded day, indescribably beautiful the love becomes. A love, that could never be captured; in the most heartfelt poetry. The stunning beauty, portrait of a love so beautiful. Portrayed, through the heart of an artistic masterpiece. More desirable, than watching the spring as it blooms. A love so beautiful, that when it’s truly felt. The heart can’t help, but to beautifully radiate the essence, glisten in the afterglow. A love so alluring, likened to a moth captivated, in the ravishing fire. The sweetest lily in the valley, swaying heart and soul; with the glorious trumpet call. A soul breathless, by the beauty of the crimson rose peddles. A love so red, falling effortlessly into the bottom of the heart. To explain the exquisiteness, just how spectacular the beauty. Provokes an overwhelming response, but yet; no words can truly be found. To make known, how extraordinary. Adequately explain, what’s in a glimpse. An aesthetically feeling, will stimulate the senses; but forever engage the heart. A beauty so delightful, the appeal a love so divine. A love, purer than the sun. Brighter than the daylight, warmer than sunlight; forever my sunshine. A love, easy on the soul; gentle on each breath-taking. More lovely, than the most moving… angelic song. For it’s a, Beautiful Love!
In the ashes, in the dust. A heart swept up, by the love. With the sands, wading through the water. A soul swept away, in the rapture of love. A reign that needs to be, forevermore. I can’t change, what the day wants my heart to see. Only control, what the heart will intentionally do. In the stillness, in the wake. Time will fade, what the day comes to raid. My heart, may not want to embrace Always. But that doesn’t mean, my soul doesn’t believe in Forever. Twenty, twenty, doesn’t mean the eyes can perfectly see. What only the heart, was meant to know Forever. Real love lingers, in the remnants; in the afterglow. The world could never satisfy, what a soul truly needs… to thrive. In the longing, in the needing. The heart will hear, when love speaks. But it’s the soul, that will profoundly interpret, every still whisper. Lips can move, but the heart; has to validate every word. Hope is never lost, even at a loss. Hope, can Always be found. In the searching, in the knowing; in the surrender, there will be a finding. Always, and Forever; a soul wanting nothing else. The drowning, deep into the breathless bliss. The breathtaking kiss, what soul shouldn’t never miss… this. My heart will never breathe, until love is ready, to let my soul exhale. Even when, the day finds me at my worse. A heart being held, by Always, and Forever!
When, the day ravishes the heart. Let the desire be Your love, lavished on my soul. That keeps me coming back, desperate for more; Always, Forever. In my heart, fill the holes, with the deeper meaning. Immerse my soul, in the deepest love. For the changing wind, will Always try to sway. But a love, deeply rooted; will be a heart never persuaded. Going back, to an outdated version of love. You plucked, the stringed instrument. In my heart, Your love will be the song. How, can there Forever be passion, without there Always be the fruit? The overwhelming hunger, with the never ending thirst. In the wanting, heightened becomes the desire. Every day, love stronger than before. The feeling, burning like a raging fire. When love collides, a heart creates the room. For the soul to be prepared, to jump the broom. So the love becomes, greater than the first encounter. Breadth of heaven, sweep me away. All the ashes, and the dust. I need You, Now, Always, Forever!
To catch that second wind, the First, then the last. A heart inspired, likened to poetry, in the eMotion. A soul learning to always know, grateful soars higher, on the wind called graceful. When the day, wants to take the last gasp. The clasps, not about holding tight to every breath. But being free, with the wind at your back. On the wings, love and a heart trying to yet sing; but therein this one thing, catch the second wind. The wind, that takes you to the place of inspiration. A place where, the feeling is called accomplished. Where overwhelming, still the sense of knowing blessed. Even if the road, is called second chance. Where the heart, find the strength. To crawl, then walk; still run the race. Catch another wave, and go get it. Even if the day, wants to take hostage. Take the breadth, from the love you know. Let it know, your hearts already a place, called breathlessly. Where out of breath, is in the state of breath-taking. A soul living, beyond what was, one breath at a time. A second wind, a heart with the ability to breathe… freely, exercised by the faith therein. Not in your own strength, that’s how you catch, that second wind!
Halfway up, still halfway down. Halfway through the journey, will never know; it is finished. ” Even, with the wind at your back. Every recovery, will never be apparent. Sometimes, the distance becomes overwhelmed, by the miles. Second guessing, becoming another winding trek. The thought, to believing. Not moving the six inches, from head to heart. Loss and redemption, found in the same breath. When, the wind gets knocked out of you. Every borrowed breath, knowing God’s love, and grace. Too tired to continue, becomes a heart suddenly. With the renewed strength, to turn around what is, to what in the gusto, the victory will become. Every day, there’s a new exertion; but in every determination, without the pressing in. The press on, is meaningless. If every second, becomes chasing the wind; not His heart. The balance; for mind, body, and soul. Your respiration, an intake of inspiration; through a moment of restoration. The renewed confidence, exercised through a moment; knowing His love, makes breathing that much easier. A heart can only breathe deeply, when a soul truly knows; love is in the air. Hovering, to help you; Catch, the Second Wind!
I want you to know, I will be strong for you. In the stillness, in the quiet; in the moment. It doesn’t matter, what the circumstance looks like. Raindrops on your rosy, if you just need me, to lean on. The way, my heart sees it. When you’re hurting, you will never have to hurt alone. Give the best, be a friend. BFF, (Be Faithful, Forever). If, your faith is running low? My heart, will never lose faith in you. Even, when the night is the darkest, and the day seems the longest. Even if no one cares, I do. Even if no one dares, I will; stand with you. I will be there, to help wade through the water. Undistracted, if the moment becomes a flood. I will, swim through the deepest river with you. I will, run towards you. To stand, right beside you. And run, the race along side you. Nothing, will ever be able to move my heart, except love. If you, can’t throw your hands up, I can. Lift them, to the one, who holds tomorrow. If the moment is Hiding, trying to not be seen. The attempt, will be a heart found. For in the Seeking, God; will surely meet us where we’re at. Me standing, for both of us believing for it; answered prayers. Even what, might seem impossible. And even, if the blessing tarries; I Stand, with You!
“The Lord bless you, and keep you. May the Lord make His face to shine upon you, be gracious to you. May the Lord lift His countenance upon you, and give you His peace!” Numbers 6:24-26 ESV
My heart, the noted description; blessed, first and foremost. Although, my heart bleeds, this I must concede. Life, is but a breath. A soul, faced with the undertaking. Trying to be still, when the heart finds ache. A heart, knowing full indeed. Every heartbeat, moving with ease, but drowning in the deepest place. A silent river, knowing depth in an ocean. Deep within my soul, love through and through. It moves, it compels. My heart, it swells. My soul, it is well. Pieces you won’t see, for peace I have found. Breadth, what becomes the spell bound. When breath, becomes a soul living; in the deeper meaning. My heart, wants to scream. My soul, wants to cry. But, my faith will never die. As I, draw closer to Your heart. To lose myself, in the unfathomable depth!
My, my, my; my hallelujah, what my soul will forever raise. To the giver, of a grace no heart can ever earn. The mender, of what the day finds broken. To never be found shattered. Up from ashes, a soul soars like an eagle. A heart, every breath forever held. To let the love, show a soul how to deeply breathe. A heart and soul, moved by a breathless dance. A heart, called to have many titles; but answer, to one name. My heart, and the love in; be everything. A soul, that won’t be free… without it. A heart not knowing glee, without it being freedom… in me. In every breath, I breathe. In love, every breadth will be. An alabaster heart, flush with the warmth of amazing love. King of my heart, though a heart break. Wholly, will it be placed in your loving care. To let my soul know, nothing missing; though broken. My soul, being in You; will be a rescue story. My heart, called forever by You… Love!
A soul laid back, against a heart; that will always have my back. My heart, kicking it. My soul, deeply loving it. My love, knowing how to chill. Every day, another this; the chill, with a new remix. Though the wind blows, and the occasional chill felt within the bones. My heart’s relaxed, knowing the best yet to be told. Even if, the weather becomes cold. My heart, won’t contemplate the whether. To chill, so my soul can be still. For, whatever the day has to behold. A heart, must be willing to boldly go. With the blood flowing, and the soul truly knowing. It’s a heart, that never mix being a bit shaken. With being a soul forever stirred, by this one factor. In this heart of mine, the love You breathlessly hold. Nothing but love, whispered underneath every breath. Mixed up platitudes, never in this heart full of so much gratitude. Every day, the chill, in the bliss. The love, no doubt. My soul, and another slow jam; love dancing with my heart. The breadth, so soothing. Every heartbeat, what my heart proving; the love’s moving. In a love so strong, every beat; playing the greatest love song. How can a heart, ever go wrong? When the love plays deeply, soulfully; with the sweetest melody. My heart, in the rhythm. My soul, in the groove. My stringed instrument, a heart and soul; laid back!
You would think, that after all these years. A heart, might begin to see a change. This heart of mine, still up to such thieving ways. Thirty five, the years; not even one day, will there be any regrets. For a heart and soul, wanting to in for life. The confession, will bear my soul. This, not a dilemma; this is my; unapologetic disclaimer “Every stolen moment, your love forever written on my heart. The love, etched deep in the crevices of the fine print! ” My soul, just can’t seem to bring myself, my heart, my love; be just another cookie cutter. Love, will leave such a lasting impression. Especially, when you let the last cut, be the deepest. There’s a love in me, that moves me to be. No, it compels my soul to be free. To let the heart, with the need to act this way. Walk it, like you talk it. Give it, even if you don’t always get it. It’s not about being clueless, but how love’s meant to be unconditional. Sometimes, you stumble; trying to capture a stolen moment. Confusion says, love, should be viewed as a trophy. Not seen as the gift, a heart should truly treasure. My soul, will wholeheartedly confess. Throw away the key, the chains that had me bound, broken. My heart, will never be a thief in the night. My love, will glaringly look you straight in the heart. To let you see, when it steals another moment. It doesn’t matter, whether day, or night. Who needs, to rely on sticky fingers; when love, is such a natural glue?
My love, the thief willing to again and again; boldly steal every loving glance. Whenever, the moment again arises. My heart, won’t rob you blind. But, if you truly don’t mind, and your love would be so kind? Arrest my heart, so that forever will be, a soul still stealing love. Not, just on Valentine; every day, until the end of time. What’s, truly at the heart of this; love. It’s not an addiction, but it’s so obvious. This love, could never be read, as being a fiction. My imagination, surely needed to play a role. But, an unscripted heart; what truly had a role to play. There’s no need, fix a heart not broken. No rehabilitation will ever be needed, when a soul is arrested, forever by the power of love. The temptation, letting the moment slip away; not seizing every opportunity. What’s a soul to do, when the heart embraces a love? That leads to a heart being, lifetime committed? Love commuted, likely to be a heart changed averted. Day after day, time; will again be the encounter. A heart conspiring, to move heaven and earth. A soul praying, to be found… blameless. For, a heart taken to be your own. Will be the love therein, capturing the soul. But yet freed, from its own solitary confinement. What does a heart have to lose, when forever exposes the soul, and bears your name? The stolen moment, when even the sun, the moon, and the stars don’t truly mind. When your heart uses the shimmering light, to help pull off what will become. The taking of a breath, in the name of love!
Dear, my diary; herein lies the entry. My heart, my soul; therein lies the confession. The true account, what led to; the Stolen Moments!