Tag: Spiritual

Wednesday Proverb; Heart to Heart!

If, love doesn’t speak deeply, there’s no heart to heart connection. If, love doesn’t first change you profoundly, how could it impact someone else’s heart, and soul? Earnestly the soul feels, intuitively the heart knows. Love withheld, deprives the soul of the oxygen needed, to let the love breathe. Heart to heart moments, how love converses with the soul richly. Through the eyes of love, the heart comprehends what words could never convey. Sitting at the foot of love, the soul leans in to be, captivated by love’s poetic muse. Within every gaze, the heart glimpses the breadth love exudes. With every heart to heart encounter, your soul would never question the heart; were you illuminated? If love wasn’t relevant, intimacy would never be evident. The soul enlightened, love bares witness, revealing the heart’s posture. If love isn’t moving, it could never sway. If the presence doesn’t linger, the fragrance was never its proverbial aroma. For love to have an effect, the heart has to be receptive, to allow the soul to be reflective. If love doesn’t feel comforting, its warmth could never be felt. Heart to heart, how in its truest form, love makes known, the depth of its divine nature!

WCR

Fully Charged!

Is your love just a plug, in which there’s a noticeable aroma, or does it have a tasteful fragrance, lingering ever so sweetly? Does your love have enough charge, does it exhibit itself fully charged? Is your mind in charge, or does your heart, take full charge of thoughts, and actions? Does your love ever seem abrasive, or to its core kindheartedly demonstrative. Do your words bear its charge, or indiscriminately loses its effect? Sometimes, emotions give our love a false charge, why; periodically we need to do a heart check, to see if the affection is true. Without its meaningful charge, purposeful love would never resonate, in accordance with its reality. Love, withholding its benevolent means, could never be the source of, its sincere intentions. Love fully charged, a heart and soul, knowing the source of its strength!

WCR

Now, Always, Forever!

In every love story, every heart has a role. From the moment, always has been, forever residing quietly, in a refreshing love. Tell me, am I holding you, or you holding my breath, and held it in your love? Goo goo gaga, what are words, when actions make the love speak so clearly. I’m going to name you, Grace; different from, Compassion; but won’t immune you from heartache. Your love eclipses my issues, ease anxious thoughts, fill me with such delight, The morning sun, with all of its glory, could never brighten my mood, the way your smile, lights up my world. Your love doesn’t just look at me, it peers into my soul, with trust, with love divine. The essence of your worth, defines how monumental your love becomes. Whether crawling, walking, running; I will always be there, to catch you with my love. You will never be alone, my love, lives within the midst of you being, within the deepest part of my soul. When I look into your love, I see only your heart. I will never get weary, battling those who can’t see into, your quintessence. Whenever your heart is in distress, when your love cries for my affection, my heart will beat against the barriers. The ocean, doesn’t have to touch the sand, for your heart to know, my love is Sure. During life’s business, forgetting you is just a waste of time. Even a foolish heart can see, your kind of love, the most precious there can be. There’s an essence, “je ne sais quoi,” in everything I feel. Your heart, doesn’t have to wear a mask of false bravado. My love will teach you, deep within your soul, courage wields its greatest power. Living, in the here and now, forever finds its true purpose. Within my love, you don’t have to smile, to hide your tears. I see you, I keep a portrait of love, hanging on my heartstrings. And when, I lay your love down, I kiss the moment. Knowing in the breathless silence, now and always, forever; your love is resting, in the depth of my soul. Maybe I’m amazed, indeed how deeply pleased, the way you’ve changed my heart, the way we need each other. Now, Always, Forever!

WCR

Wednesday Proverb; Spilled Love!

My heart is full, my soul can’t keep it contained, my cup overflows. When I open up my heart, whenever I tip my hat, love spills from the depth of my soul. When, my forever said I do, love spilled from within deep affection. When my heart, grieved the loss of a child, love made the tears spill, watering the ground where her love lays. As a child, my grandma instilled endearing love in my consciousness; if ever someone rejects your love, don’t let my heart, cry over spilled milk. Que sera, sera; whatever will be, will be. Don’t catch yourself, grasping after careless whispers. Real love speaks boldly, with colorful expressions. Whenever my words spill, the welled up love within, escapes my deepest place. Splashes of love’s hue, the ink tells the story, where the love comes from? Meaningless, love should never fall hollow, words should never be empty. My soul, has been within love’s ocean, and it makes my heart full. Spilling the content of your love, how the texture is made known. Whenever love leans in, with every tilt of your soul, love’s essence leaks from within. Overflow, for the love to pour endlessly, heart and soul has to be willing, to let it intentionally spill. A heart, should never cry over spilled love. That’s how, our humanity is beautified. Poetically, lyrically, rhythmically, deeply, breathlessly; love seeping through crevices of your soul!

WCR

Per Se!

Love, why do you hover, why with a blanket you cover? Is it because of the warmth per se, a heart feels how comforting love can be? Is it never, that you will ever waver, living out your uncompromisable proof, within your undeniable truth. Through you, deep love never forsakes, but over and over takes your breath, per se? Inherently, you’re why so many hearts reminisce. Intrinsically, in your existence, no one could ever taint your presence, no words could ever eclipse your essence. Beautiful portraits, painted to become your authentic reflection. You are love personified, regardless of what anyone tries to make you become. Real love, can never be twisted, will never conform, could never become anything else. Than what it is at its core, the truest expression. How could a heart ever be still per se, when you’re literally the reason it races? It’s in your very nature, to equip the heart to do, what the mind thinks is unattainable. By yourself, you influence hearts and change minds. In of itself, no other entity changes the world. Love lives and breathe, sways time and space, per se. Breadth, and depth have no say; love essentially makes them, profound. Love is never mistaken, won’t allow itself to be misquoted, even if misappropriated; by its own definition, love is!

WCR

Within A Smile!

Within the dawn of every smile, light enlightens the mood. When the heart’s smile beams, lost souls sail to find hope in distant horizons. On the wings of a smile, encouraged souls soar, the heart lifted to new heights. A smile has a captivating melody, a song in the night, like a breath of fresh air. Resting gently on the heart, like the morning dew. Like a breathtaking hue, a warm smile will melt the heart, emboldening the soul to exhale. Like a flower opening, like a window open to let in the moment, like a phoenix rising; hearts open to the possibilities, a welcoming smile provides. A smile like a candle, will surely light up someone’s heart. One that never loses its shine, its lustrous charm. Wrapped up within a smile; joy, love, warmth, peace, goodwill, heart and soul. Freeing, freed smile lets the soul breathe. Give it, give it the freedom to be, an endearing act. Open up your heart, let the sunshine from within, your soul displaying a face with a grin. With every smile, let love be the reason; in every season, Christmas came early. A heart presenting itself, within a gifted smile!

WCR

Love’s Masterpiece!

With its simple touch, with every brush up against my soul, my heart is becoming love’s vision. Who would have known, everything doesn’t need to be right, for a soul to become love’s colorful pigment, its work of art. My flaws don’t define, love’s breadth is this, my perfection. I can’t even hide my soul, my heart is on display; love is the artist, in this artistic expression. With every kiss good night, love looks into my soul and says; magnifique. Ooh la la, we; love has heart and soul spellbound. Bound, to its poetic will, tomorrow; will find my heart in the same place, love having its way, with my soul. The countless ways, how love touches your soul, making your heart its portrait, its breathless masterpiece. What, can my heart say; passion is inevitable, deep colors predictable. When, my colors are fading, love builds me up, reassures my heart. Adds another layer of its nuance, love’s quintessence becoming more profound, Love does this, makes a divine masterpiece, that only love could conceive. Without any reprieve, for my heart did concede, my soul did consent, to receive its breadth in me. The splashes of its hue, textured by its deep crimson stain. Every stroke of love’s silhouette, leaves no distain. With every embrace, its beauty, my soul did gain. Everyday, my heart wonders today; “what is the color of love, is it warm, is it tender; when love thinks of me?” What’s a heart to do, when love paints its priceless masterpiece, on the canvas of your soul. Your heart left in perpetual awe, knowing your soul has been painted in the image, of love’s breathtaking artistry!

WCR

When Love Harvest’s…

When love harvest’s, hearts are gathered. What love yields, the heart positions the soul, to be enriched with love’s abundance. For love, to be adequately prepared its harvest, it first sows generously, so the heart and soul can indulge, in its bountiful goodness. Love produces the evidence, the heart’s display become evident. When love harvest’s, it’s a feast for the soul, a fulfilling moment for the heart; love’s divine provision. Fruits of love’s labor, will never go unnoticed. Deep love captivates, profoundly cultivates, a quantifiable blessing of beauty. Love in quantity, doesn’t make it substantial; quality, what makes it truly quintessential. Substantive love, not what eyes glean, but what the heart receives, becoming what the soul needs. Love, with its beautiful presentation, never leaves the heart desiring, lets the soul partake of love’s deep seeded bounty; what love wholeheartedly harvest’s… Satisfies!

WCR

Wednesday Proverb; Love’s Anthem!

Oh, hearts, can your love see, does thy light dawn, how true does its brightness shine? Does even a faint flicker, glow radiantly? Is it a candle, a lantern in the night, illuminating the heart, enlightening the soul? Hope is never silent, it’s a reflection, waiting patiently for its moment, to beam love’s crimson hue, within its benevolent light. In breathless syllables, love profoundly speaks. In its quietness, within its quintessence, love’s essence hail’s the soul; being one in heart and mind. Raising love’s voice, amplifies its loving anthem. Its symphonic sound, its melodic tone, its harmonic rhythm. Within glowing hearts, with an uplifting soul, love’s anthem prevails, resounding strong and free. Hearts, that wade through love’s deep water, knows the anthem within its sea, lives in the depth of its ocean. Love stands on guard, keenly waiting to give hearts, the strength to fight the good fight. Let, love’s Anthem forever be, a song of praise. Its proverbial chorus, echoed again and again!

WCR