Friends, may I indulge, can I gift your heart; a bouquet of my love? In the searching, for the sentiment; I found within my heart, these poetic leaves. For you, I have stored up, danced with the tulips. Driving around, I didn’t miss, Daisy; has an innocence, a purity. The scent of love, lilies in lovely watercolors. Love, long-stems from what truly blossoms. Through the giving, in the sharing, you discover, love’s crimson beauty. I have questioned, why roses have thorns? It shows that we all, bleed the same. I have asked, what makes violets blue? But in the end, this one thing my heart found; love is, about affirming. My friends, special, that someone is you, every day. Don’t think my love, just a bunch of pretty words, beautifully arranged. Real love, is an expression, that bares the soul. I don’t, want the thought to count, I need, the love to be true. Meaningful love, doesn’t leave a faint hint of, love’s quintessential fragrance, lingers. Love drops on roses, a heart presenting, love’s endearing display. A heart in bloom, becomes a breathless flower, with a perpetual hue. Love compliments, the color accents; a heart willing to give, the best of what’s inside!
Your love, such a special treat, so delightfully sweet. When, I look into your eyes, your love always tasteful as creamy caramel. Mrs Brown, eyed complexion. My sweet lady, there’s no complexity, to the love we share. If it’s not one heartbeat, how can sweet love, last to the end of time? Girl, your heart has never been shy. To let me see into you, to indulge my soul with endless love. Milady, I will hold open the door, show you my heart. I will forever adore, everyday give your heart more, of my sweetest love. Will appreciate you with this, celebrate you with bliss. Never let your soul miss, when my heart utters I do, still love you. Babe, heart to heart, how we walk to forever. Lets hold on to love, like we won’t ever let each other’s heart go. Sweetness, will never be my weakness. In the moonlight, your love sparkles like the starlight. In the daylight, your heart shines like the sunlight. By candlelight, how our love gazes, into our hopes and dreams. Your love, the thing in my heart, the presence by my side. Love, the word to consume thoughts, the river to drown hearts. Mi Amor, my buttercup, my candy girl, my valentine; you’re the sweetest honey. My sweet dreams, are made with these!
Happy Valentines, to every heart! For my bride and I, this is our 35th valentines together. Many have asked me, “what’s the secret, to have a lasting love?” My answer, “love the one you’re with.” Don’t try to change them, adjust your heart’s perspective, to make it become the love they need! Whether it’s days, weeks, or years together? Make the moments, in love’s embrace truly special. 365, how much days a heart needs, know true love, and find forevermore!
On the first day of love, my true love gave to me. A love so amazing, it makes the heart; “Joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.” Romans 12:12 NIV
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!
A Love Story! 
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