The Chill Mix!

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!

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A Diary Story; The Stolen Moments!

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!

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What’s On My Heart!

At the end of my days, I will lay me down to sleep. But, before I do; thought You should know, just how my heart feels. First, let my soul, slip into a comfortable place. Laid back, resting up against Your heart. Knowing, Your love will always be there. Your love is my pillow, the blanket; the covering for my soul. A love laid so heavily, on my heart. A love to swell, the story You tell. My love is strong, knowing Your heart; could never be wrong. Being close to Your heart, there’s a song in my soul. Your love, playing such a lullaby. A heart, knowing forever safe in Your arms. What night, would ever dare try; to out shine the light of Your love? Even though the darkest night, my heart knows. The sun will come out tomorrow, or even the day after… tomorrow. It truly doesn’t matter, in my life, and in my heart. Your love shines, in the sun, the moon, and the stars. The love, that came to rescue me from myself… ish pride. The ocean, that forever changed the tide. The love, my heart can’t again hide, or ever deny. My heart, doesn’t ever want to be accused, of taking Your love for granted. Move my heart, please still my soul; with every gentle whisper. Be the word, the love, my joy, my hope; be forever. My heart’s just saying, do it again, and again. Take every breath, leave my soul speechless!

Your love, is the flood; that overwhelms my soul. A heart, that can no longer restrain. An overwhelming tidal wave of emotions, caused by Your love and devotion. Your love is the ark, protecting my soul; whenever my rain begins to fall. Underneath the surface, of what others can begin to see. Your love, the calm in my storm. Yet in a silent river, it becomes the raging sea. Just saying, if I don’t share my soul; how would You, ever know my heart? Your love, does my heart… just right. Why, my heart will never need a special reason. Just to say, I love You so. Just thought, You should know; what Your love has done to my soul. I’m not afraid to show, reveal that it’s not about being a heart exposed; but my inside out. A story of love, etched in crimson words. This, is coming from my heart. Your love, my soul; forever indeed will be. It was love, that took hold of my heart; with the first hello. Your love, is my heart, my soul. Just, needed to let You know; What’s On My Heart, Your Love. At the end of my days, I will lay me down to sleep; at the foot of Your heart!

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Remnants!

The remnant, love hovering in every breath. In the wake, the breadth; love hovering in every remnant. With every dawn, my eyes don’t need to see, my ears don’t need to hear. Just have a heart, needing to be forever awaken. Deeply moved, to feel what my soul needs to truly know. The amazing power of love, and the remnants felt lingering, underneath every breath. Endless love, remnants in the overflow. The world is busy, days trying to steal my attention. But distractions, will never have my heart. Things, could never measure up, to Your love. Drawing, closer to Your heart; lingers in all the desires. A heart moved, by love lavished on my soul. Your love, will never be the leftover; used to tie my heart over. Even in the smallest quantity, therein lies love filling with such a great quantity. Remnants, a soul clothed in love’s peace. There’s nothing, greater than this. In every remnant, the bliss. Even the small amount, a heart full forever, and a day. A soul, that won’t know how to ever survive. On remnant of the past, even yesterday’s portion. Remnants, must be in every breathless residue. Remnants to live and breathe, to overwhelm thoughts; become an ever changing heart. In every fragment, love remaining to be, found so very faithful. In every Remnant, my soul, You own. My heart, You hold. My love, You have. My gaze, You capture. My breath, You take. Even, in the end of days, and the last bit of love breathed. May the surviving trace be, Remnants!

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Song Inspired; It’s My Turn!

I can’t cover up, just how my soul feels. In the name of true love, my heart; been given such a precious love. In the early years, my heart said loved; but played it safe. Though, a soul totally committed; a heart not missing a beat. The love was deep, but every heartbeat deafening. Love, drowning in the silence. For a while, a feat became a heart living easily; deep undercover. Coming out to see, what would become of a heart hoping. If your heart could understand, the meaning of every breath; in a man, with such deep feeling? A soul surfacing, in and out of a silent river. A heart, not living for itself. But I’m sure, trying to understand words; unsaid through an introverted heart. Must have made me guilty, of being a heart misunderstood? A love trying to make your heart truly see; now, and forever. A heart displaying, the faithful love in motion. But mostly seemed, more like deep emotions. Moving gracefully, in reserved slow-motion. A woman’s worth, what even a man in love. Can over look, chasing being a good husband, and father. Virtuous woman, sorry for my role. The times when my heart, left you to battle the day on your own. Through the years, what my heart can scroll. To see how much, the year have taken a toll. And even though, I tried to be the loving shield. Love, can still make it rain; when the heart cried!

This time, for you with all my love. Take care of your heart, the same way your heart. Cared enough to unconditionally give, mind, body, and soul. No matter the season, love will forever be the reason; to give my heart in return. Seeing, what you now have to face. What makes it not easy, for a heart to keep the rain from falling. Praying you through, what will never be the struggle… for this heart of mine. In sickness, and health. Two hearts entwined, tethered by a love divine. Every breath the heart finds, radiantly the sun will shine. A soul like thine, love grace filled, to end of time. Tomorrow’s not promised, but a heart gets to own… every today. Every day, becomes another moment. To reach out, let your love touch the sky. Love is limited, only when a heart and soul. Chooses not to collaborate, with every imaginative contemplation. When a heart, just won’t let go; knowing forever and a day. I’ve wanted to know, what love is? I’ve come to know it, with you. A love deeply felt, in a heart forever moved; by the breadth of love. It’s My Turn, to show what true love… was meant to become!

It’s My Turn, is a song by Diana Ross; released in 1981. Sometimes in love, we may not mean it; but words can go unsaid. Meaningful intentions, can seem out of touch. When reality, collides with the true meaning of love. This summer, will make it 35 year; that I’ve been with my bride. February is Valentine, and it doesn’t matter how deep the commitment. Every day, should be love unconditional, in every emotion!

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In The Wake!

In the wake, my heart; breathes a prayer. That the night will again give way, to what will become the dawn. A heart, having no regrets, no guilt, no shame. To again be, awaken breathless. A soul, still needing You. In every heartbeat, in every breath taken. In whatever’s done, my heart will breathe easy. Knowing Your love, every taken breathing. A soul, never looking to become so woke. To see trying to live in moments, without there be breathtaking. Becomes a heart living, but not in love. In the stillness, living in the glory days. The higher calling, that bears your name. In the wake, a heart that waits patiently; finds the truest answer. In every trial, you don’t allow your resolve to buckle. A heart feeling weighted, by a shadow of what has pasted. In the wake, to be enlightened; you have to be in the light. A heart, that can’t help but shine… through it all. For a heart, to catch a second wind; love has to be the breadth. In every wake, the day greeted by a new perspective. Sight, beyond what’s seen. Becomes insight, for what needs to be known. Faith, moves as the power; to undoubtedly produce an awakening. Every new found hope, gives rise to a profound change… in heart, in soul. The breath in life, forever needs the breadth of life. In the aftermath, the day becoming another jet. The ready set, let go… never. My heart, will never just watch Your love, fade into the sunset. In the wake, my soul will again know rest. In You, to You; I tether my heart. In every wake, my heart will again count Your love, and the cost. The right kind of love, prepares the heart. To be the true impression, to reign in the wayward mind. Today, is the day. To forever be a heart changed, a soul freed. In the wake, by the presence. Chains still broken, in every peace, and joy. In the wake, every heartbeat breathlessly waiting. For the moment, when another change of heart comes. With the strength, to wade through the water, oh. So at the end, of myself; be a soul left speechless. A heart, forever moved; In The Wake!

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Choosing, The Right Love!

Rock, Paper, Scissors. A guessing game of chance, some hearts choose play. Trying to figure out, what kind of love will be revealed? Hearts not yet knowing, true love will forever be a choice. Some hearts, think love’s all about what’s on the paper. Only to pick the Scissors, to see that treasuring a piece of Paper. Becomes truly meaningless, when the love’s now in pieces. Love, meant to be the glue, to help keep a heart. When life seems, likened to paper-mache. Love is the Rock, that will always be there. For a heart to lean on, with an anchored trust. When the storms of life, comes trying to get your heart twisted. The love, turning into a hurricane. Hearts caught up, the love not deeply rooted. Not anchored, by a Rock… Solid commitment. To not let the love just be, words on a Paper. But, a love forever, written permanently on the heart. So, the Scissors will no longer be able. To cut so deep, leaving the wrong lasting impression. In games, there will always be a loser. When love becomes, playing the guessing game. Hearts win, when the choice becomes, choosing a love deeply felt!

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Against Your Love!

A heart laid back, trying catch every breath. Saving forever, against a love so deep. Letting Your love be, the breath moving in every heartbeat. Laid back, knowing what a heart needs, to truly breathe. Be a soul melted, forever in the peace. Overwhelmed, knowing such a loving embrace. In the darkness, Your love is the light; shining through a wide open heart. A soul relentlessly seeking, Your heart found every time. To catch a glimpse, becomes a heart fixed within a gaze. On a love so beautiful, than even a thousand moonlights. Every gaze, a soul captivated breathlessly. In a heart trying to know, how deep the love? The more my heart seeks, deeper the love becomes. A heart expecting, the flood to be like a river. For it to overwhelmingly be, a soul being swept away; drowning in the deepest ocean. A heart full, in the presence of love. All the breathtaking moments, a heart and soul being nestled, deep within the breadth. A soul leaning in, trying to see into our forever. A heart deeply resting, Against Your Love!

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The Story; A Diamond Love!

I have a diamond, the love not found. My heart, didn’t easily fall for this. Stumbling over words, this quickly became a heart; knowing a predestined love encounter. A love, to have my forever gaze. The love shines, in so many ways. This diamond, will now and always be the treasured love. The buried treasure, you can find deep within my heart. The diamond, with a love deeply flawed. But, when I look deep into the heart. All my love can see, this beautiful creation. So wonderfully, meticulously sculptured. To fit perfectly, the very center my soul. This I wasn’t told, the love my heart gets to behold. It’s held so close, that my soul can’t help; but admire the breathtaking beauty. A heart, constantly taking an extra peek, the repeated glances. Just to know, all that went into the creating; this true beauty. No detail was missed, to take the breath of this… my heart. The love, has been thoroughly tested. Even, through the brokenness with time. Truest parts of love, refined through every heart test. A cut above, revealing how deep the love. Rough around the edges, showing the character. Defined, in the deep crevice of love. The imperfections reveals, a heart and soul, in need of a grace filled love!

In the aging process, to not let what’s in the heart fade. The love, needs to be the constant pressing; to truly let the heart shine. In the crushing, in the pressing through; the love deeply enhanced. Even though, life wants to harden the outer. I chose, to see the pure beauty; the divine resonating, within the inner. To the love you cleave, the superficial you leave. The gaze, not fixated on what the eye sees. But a gaze forever captured, by the inward beauty. A diamond love, forged with a ringing desire. Two hearts, living a life banded together. A love, not needing incredible charm. Just the appeal, shimmering within the light of heaven. The love forever exposed, under a breathtaking moonlight. A love, easy on the heart. Reflecting gently, leaving a lasting impression on the soul. Every diamond, has its own unique beauty. To the untrained eye, a diamond becomes labeled with an out of touch price tag. But, to the observantly trained heart. In the re-evaluation, the appraised worth; one in a million. The sum, a heart truly elevated by love. The evidence, a soul captivated by the immensity. Even when, love rubs the wrong way; the beauty will remain unchanged. Two hearts deeper in love, with every beautiful exchange. The love, doesn’t need the best of premium qualities. The quality, truly allowing the right gauge? The clarity, seen through a true heart of love!

Diamonds are forever, the love for enhanced. When in the wake, forever becomes another breathtaking day. For love through the proper lens, becomes love being perfected. Through embracing, of the deeper meaning. A heart with love, being able to show all its flaws. Trying to compare your diamond, to two seemly perfect matching heart shaped gems. Will always be a flawed approach, when seen through a glass half empty. Every beautifully shaped love, will always come with an enormous cost. A diamond heart, should never be treated; as just a possession. A pendant, on a pedestal; but the love, never close to your heart. Why, you will never get me to give up; my treasured diamond. Yes, you absolutely wouldn’t be able to. Pry the love, out of my lifeless heart. Till death, then never apart. I have a diamond, the love a bit flawed. Thirty five years, and her inner beauty still shimmers… stunningly. Deep within a full heart, in this soul there be the beholder. Knowing a gifted diamond, with a well deserved appreciation. A love, with an incalculable weight. One, this heart can’t begin to measure. The cost, paid so my soul could know; how deep the love!

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