Tag: Spiritual

In the Silence!

In the silence, my heart searched for You. Deep in my river, my breath was You. All my heart, all my soul, all my love; belongs to You. I’m glad, that all these years, Your love has been true. My soul, will never know another lover, like You. A love more delightful, than the sweetest passion, my heart bears much. Getting to know your heart, the beauty transcends, ten thousand starry gaze. When, my soul needed to be loved; I prayed, and You came. Out of the shadow, into the silence. Your love became, my light. And all through the years, your love has stayed, so close to my heart. You are the one, my Everything. Every, love ballad my heart sings, my love dedicated… to You. When you smile, my heart glows. When your love shines, my soul feels the radiance, lingering in the afterglow. Your love, turned my life, towards a destiny. Picks me up, carries my breath, closer to your heart. Love for a lifetime, what I’ve found in You, and I thanked God. I thank God, I’m thankful to God. That even though the soul is silence, love is profoundly known. In the silence, my heart prayed, and the heavens sent, Love!

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I Am a Child!

I am a child, love has me by the heart. Love chose me, birthed my confidence. Love feeds my soul, changed my heart, wipes my tears. Love knows my name, bathes me in endearing words, swaddles the fabric of my soul, in textured love. Love rears the heart, comforts my being. Softly, tenderly, whispers of love touch my soul. Love sings to my heart, the sweetest lullabies. Love taught me how to stand, gave me the strength to be, to become… Love showed my heart, how to be strong, walk tall, how to run into its embrace. Love, doesn’t play with the heart, love enlightens the soul. After all, I am a love child. When shadows appear, love reveals it’s always close. With the most valiant light, love vanquishes every fear, to soothe every doubt. Whenever I’m overwhelmed, when my heart cries a river, love is my ocean. Keeping me breathless, drowning me in the depth. In the breadth, in love’s divine serenity. Love encourages my soul, to chase after my hopes, pursue my dreams. Love speaks, telling me my breath will forever be, held. In the arms of love, I Am a child; for love, has me by the heart!

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Real Love, More than Scraps!

In a fragmented world, love is the glue, to mend broken-hearted. A little bit of love, scribbled on even a scrap of love’s endearing fabric. Remnants will be love’s scented fragrance, lingering on the breadth of the heart. Every snippets of time, you’re held in love’s embrace, it’s healing for the soul. Even, the smallest amount of love shown, remains a part of a longing heart. No heart, is a throw away, no soul should be discarded. Not even a scrap of love, should be something you throw out, or simply dispose of. For every heart, for love there will be a need. Love, not something you eliminate, but elevate. Love is restoration, true love refreshing; profound love restores. Heart and soul, to its rightful place, love becoming!

What do you do, when love won’t let your heart, be restrained? When love makes your soul pant, groan; shout the battle cry; to fight for what you believe in. Your love, no longer willing to be silent. What do you do, when a dry land, turns into a river? The heart cries, your love in a deeper place. What are you going to do, when life wants to plundered your heart, rob your soul of peace? What are you going to do, when the walls close in? Trying to trap you, imprison your faith, in unhealthy emotions? Hope held captive, the mind shackled by depression? What are you going to do, when the world says; your heart is fair game? That it’s okay, pretending your soul is deaf, acting like your heart is blind, to all the atrocities? What are you going to do, when darkness ties, to snuff out your light, take your breath? Yes, tell me? What do you do, when your heart and soul, will no longer be a slave, to fear of the unknown? What are you going to do, when you know your heart; is no longer tattered, but tethered? You, Raise a Hallelujah!

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Don’t Quit your Daydream!

Not successful in love, your soul not a natural born singer, not a poet a heart? Every heart, can be profoundly inspired. Sing your heart out, share what’s in depth of being. When, your stomach starts hatching butterflies. On the wings of grace, be a pursuer of hopes and dreams. Let love, take you by the heart. Don’t chase fairytales, chase the butterflies, don’t give up your daydream. Don’t get lost in thought, wishing for a Cinderella. Don’t dream to the end of time, for your own Prince Charming. Search your heart, there you will surely find; you’re worth having, your dreams come true. Don’t dream in fantasies, live the reality; a vision of love, enlightens the imagination. Pleasant thoughts, a distraction to indifference. Your ambitions, your muse, every desire. Impressions, figments of a reflective soul. When life takes a turn, the day reflecting on what’s in your heart. Though, someone else can’t see into another heart’s potential. I’m here to tell you, don’t Quit your Daydream. It’s not your Job, to convince you have many dreams!

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Purified!

Purified, words filtered, the heart pure, the love true. The soul, cleaned of toxic feelings. Pure love, deep like a river. A crystal spring, a quiet stream, the depth overflowing. Purified, natural love bubbling, beyond the surface, like pristine rushing water. My love, will never be perfect, but predicated. With filtered thoughts, the soul will be refined, the heart defined. The love never needing, to be re-strained. Love made clear, clarifies the intent. Removing any doubt, is the motivation pure? Fresh love, the essence pure inside. For love to be true, through and through, it pours out authentic. Escaping the soul, through love’s purest hue. A love quintessential, so refreshing, like an endearing summer breeze. Purified, my soul wants to forever be a heart, being Purified!

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Consuming Fire!

Fresh wind, blow; ignite an endless passion, burn it away. Light it up, let my soul, burn out of control. Every heart that gets too close, let them feel. Love is, the flame upon my heart. Burn it away, any doubt; my heart won’t be consumed, by love forever. When love is blazing, love is amazing. Deep love, burn like a consuming fire. Love is, the flame upon my heart, burning night and day. Love is the light, the lamp for my soul, letting my heart shine. Love burns, to enlighten my soul, illuminated my heart; the darkness gives way. A soul, baptized in consuming fire. A heart like a phoenix, rises from the ashes, again and again. Love is the spark, that lights the fire. Love is like gasoline, profound love seeps through your pores, moves you like high octane fuel. Strike a match, let the fire within burn. Love, was never meant be a flicker, but a consuming fire. Love, I see clearly now, the haze is gone. A soul on fire, a heart consumed by love, burns constantly throughout. Consuming fire, consuming fire; burn it away, burn it away… any doubt!

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Dancing Queen!

Her heart is free, her sweet love, such a treat. How can it be, my heart is never tired, dancing to the rhythm of her love. Whenever my heart beat, needs to slow dance. I hold out my soul, and ask love, if I can have this dance. Love, extends the request, takes me by the heart. And, with no hesitation, her love touches me deeply. My dancing Queen, her love is resting, gently on my heart. I swear, don’t dare, interrupt this love affair. Don’t come between, my heart, and my dancing Queen. All the passion, all the anticipation; truly nothing without it being a heart, moved by love’s graceful embrace. No one, knows what tomorrow holds, but this one thing I surely know. Love will forever, lead my heart and soul, to the middle of the dance floor. My dancing Queen, we have fun, find pleasure in each other. Letting our hearts, dancing; into the wee, hours of forever!

My Queen and I, two hearts, one heartbeat; rhythmically incline. But even so, between our forevermore, and our in-depth slow Waltz. The dance, becomes a sassy Tango; my mind, and her thinking, will love become a break dance? My soul said no, we will Tango, and my heart will take the lead; show you how I bust a move. My Rumba, not about the being “hip,” movement. My heart, plays it cool, phrasing my love passionately; in a tasteful rhythmic flow. My soul, knows the gravity; endearing love floats, on the clouds of heaven. It’s knowing how to Tango, without stepping on the love, between two hearts. In my dancing Queen’s world, orbits her view point; the preferred dance style, the Salsa. A love language, expressed in spicy connotations. But don’t get it twisted, she’s no latin momma; she’s my Caribbean Queen, and I love her. She’s doesn’t desire a throne, but every day; I Do, crown her heart, with my love. When love collides, some might think it a bit dramatic. But love tells me, she’s expressing, the passion, deep in her heart. My beloved, my Nubian Queen; her love dances, with my soul. Yes, my dancing Queen, her heart is free. Her sweet love, such a treat!

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In The Stillness!

In the stillness of, my heart hears whispers. Beauty resounds, there’s breath within quiet love. A natural light reflects, my soul gazes, into the majestic wonder, the stillness. Love resides, breath is taken, in the quietness. Unwanted feelings, swayed by benevolent love. The hue, the texture, grazes gently aCross my heart. In the stillness, my soul learned to breathe, my heart desired to be, in love. In the silence, be still and know; love speaks, love lingers, love breathes. In plain sight, in small still whispers, love hovers. Bated breath, my soul waits to exhale, my heart waiting to catch another glimpse, when love smiles. Oceans of love, resting beautifully on my heart, to interpret, the poetic nuance. In the stillness, there’s a peaceful hush, a soul left speechless, the heart racing… breathlessly. Under the quiet, my soul dances. Me, myself, but I, am never alone. When, love has your heart in the spotlight, love slow dances with your soul. Vulnerability has strength, in love’s embrace. A heart empowered, love amplified. To help guide, revitalize, testify. Love is, profound whispers, in the Stillness!

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Inexhaustible Love!

Inexhaustible love, a deep river running free. Chasing after your soul, seeking to steal your heart, take your breath. Inexhaustible love, immeasurable for there’s no length, love won’t go. To capture the heart, captivate your soul, with endless love. Inexhaustible love, unfathomable to the mind. What mind could truly fathom, depth in an inexhaustible love. Possibilities limitless, for the heart racing, to find love’s infinity. Forever swept into being; the gravity found in a weightless love. Inexhaustible love, unlimited the places, it takes the soul, to soar free like a bird. The love ascends, the breadth elevated, the soul swept to, love’s inexhaustible perspective. Love supplies, in abundance, the amount infinite, no strings attached. Inexhaustible love, chase my soul, let my heart race… tirelessly. When, unconditional love comes calling, what’s a heart to do? But let the love, take every breath, and being, to the beyond. A soul living boundless, a heart unrestrained, with an Inexhaustible Love!

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The Fabric, in A Father’s Love!

True love, not about strength, but strength is required, to uphold the character. A father’s heart, meant to stand tall. The love, head and shoulders, above the mundane. To do something, is to be someone, who will act. The power of speech, meaningless without willingness, to be love in action. Falling short, doesn’t define, rising; to what may challenge, tenacity. When a heart, applies love to capability, ability concedes. The power of love, strengthens inability. You don’t, have to be a creator, to create memories, love in motion. Despite, love’s complexity; every heart, has the competency, be an expressive love. Father’s, profound love, may not come naturally. So therefore, let every heartbeat, Fight. True love, doesn’t need Might, for it to be Right. If, the heart doesn’t lose Sight, the future will surely be Bright, love reaching new Heights. Love’s starry Light, shimmering every day, and Night. Every heart, knows the endearing presence, of a mother’s love. May we, take a moment to recognize, the unsung quality; the crimson texture, the Fabric, in a Father’s Love!

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Happy Fathers Day! May the texture of a heart, not be a man tailor made, but the love endearingly texturized!