The intuitive fire within one’s soul will never flame out, when real love is what fuels the fire within one’s heart. So, set ablaze love’s unquenchable fire, with what it profoundly desires; your soul’s passion, your heart’s compassion. The soul not worried about backdraft, but what’s needed to let it consume one’s innermost. Seeping into your bones, until it burns deeper within, burning away every single residue of doubt, that love’s fire can’t sustain one’s deeply felt need to become. A soul on fire rising from ashes like a phoenix, ignited by the true essence of love’s precipitous propellant. The flammable breadth of love, forever kindling the fire within one’s saturated heart!
Never give up on you, the child inside, not afraid of dreaming out loud, having dreams within daydreams. Against all odds, childlike confidence wielded like polished pebbles, having a ripple effect that profoundly changes perception. A heart, knowing that hopes brought into the light, lets the dreams in one’s soul shine, illuminate so divine. Dream audibly, contemplate intuitively, humor imaginations instinctively. A heart that chuckles when someone says, broken wings can’t fly. Just smile, marvel how their hearts don’t seem to understand. Wind beneath a heart spread wide, a soul needing just faith to soar, dreams to roar. Why, you never give up, ever give up on you. Never be afraid of from the depth of your belly; you dream out loud. Dreams seeping like an endless river, cascading like a never-ending stream. Love’s deepest truth, dreams revealed. Even if reflective of a dream ordinary, it can still glisten tangibly. Don’t let your dreams be timid, to face your northern star, it’s what keeps inspiring your heart to never give up, ever give up on you. Visions change the world; dreams preserve it through time, to fulfill its purpose. Sometimes, life itself becomes a stumbling block, but the key to unlocking its fulfillment. Deep within your soul, knowing dreams come true when you deeply believe, it will never give up on you. Convince your heart and soul, it’s okay to dream out loud!
It seems I keep finding myself here, in this place time after time. I don’t hear a clock ticking, just the innate breadth of my heart beating. I just can’t seem to help, being positioned in this way, my heart navigating the deepest matters of love’s sway. Substantive faith, not of blind trust, of love’s endless must, of a heart magnetizable. Courage will perceive, allowing an encouraged heart to proceed, find a way for its love to be forever true. My soul, never entertains tomorrow’s myth; that when I lay my heart down, tomorrow will be the dawn that awakens my soul, but it never shows up. All I’ve ever found, tomorrow perpetually waits within the horizon. My heart realizing, today’s my only tangible constant; love being my intuitive INS, (internal navigational spirit). Lost within love’s embrace, how my heart knows my INS can only steer, could never compel my soul’s heartfelt poetry beyond eMotion. With every encounter of love, the beauty of its allure, pieces of its memoir left etched upon my soul. My heart knowing, life is but a breath, of my soul its acoustic instrument of love, a composition of its rhythmic melody. My love doesn’t wander, it maneuvers life’s breathless wonder. Love, doesn’t allow my heart to stray, my soul’s innermost compass whatever may. For time and time again, my soul continually finds my heart here, gazing through the lens of love’s abstract hourglass. Teaching me how to look within, to see if love’s strength and resilience, still encompasses the depth of my soul? Here I am again, love bringing my heart’s INS to this place, unapologetically exposed!
To provide hope, to be of service, of a loving heart’s desire. Substantive love, tangible of its manifestation, faithful of its dissemination. It doesn’t take bravery to love, it takes courage to fight the urge, to abandon love’s core principles, if sincerely of your heart. Choosing to stay in love, regardless of whatever tries to sway. Not of the way words take its boldest chance, but one’s heart being resolute in an emboldened stance. Boldness compels the heart, but faithfulness propels the will. Till then, it’s not of the heart, of a passing thought. It doesn’t take knowledge to stand up against fear of commitment; it takes an acknowledgment thereof. Conquering fear isn’t about putting up resistance, but one’s heart not building up barriers. Sometimes, trying to shield ourselves from grief, unintentionally our heart loses sight of an indifferent thief, looking to rob of love’s heartfelt belief. Strength of character, the cornerstone of choosing to be of love forever. Not as an act of valor, a fact of love’s actionable veracity. So many say their love is fearless, but when the struggle gets too real. Careless love becomes words misplaced, seeming of a so heartless. Compassion’s truth, of passion’s proof. Love of an elaborate rouge, could never truly be of the heart!
*** Kindness, actions with unwavering compassion. ***
*** Faithfulness, love with true vigor. ***
*** Forgiveness, resolute in being, able to release what deeply binds. ***
Falling a step behind, still one’s soul traversing time, every heartbeat resilient to its rhyme, every breath in sync with the rhythm of its chime. One’s heart, racing to understand the depth of love’s sublime. Of moments being so kind, not be in haste until it finds, the reason for your heart’s desire, time after time. Waiting for the moment, for your soul to exhale, your heart resting against love’s breadth, breathless within the goodness of its tender embrace!
Power, to what degree, indicative of one’s accretion, determinative of one’s expectation. Worth, to what intrinsic, discovered to what in its significance you believe. Spirit, life force of one’s innermost, empowering state of mind, freeing the heart’s frame of reference. Degree of character, degree of passion, degree of courage, degree of intentionality; facilitating degree of probability, the discovery. Head to heart, only the start; if one degree off between, destiny would never reach its intended reality. A rudderless heart, drifting from its beliefs, would never perceive what needs to be. Ability to direct, influencing its preconceived outcome. Power zone, keeping the weight of love’s fundamental breadth, close to your heart, your strength’s greatest discovery. Where vulnerability isn’t defined as weakness, derived as being resilience. Discovering, resides within believing, doubts would never have the capability to overpower, your heart’s unwavering posture. Standing tall, doesn’t mean you won’t at times fall; nevertheless, answer the call, to your potential. Aligning your heart horizontally, with the lens of a vertical sincerity, landscape’s clarity visualized organically. A representation positive, a life lived well comparative, motivation being instinctively powerful. Heart and soul going through stages, discovering the totality of its sway, your power within revealed!
Home, where the heart is, where love provides for one’s soul. I have a house, but, that’s not when I feel, at home. I have a place, to lay head, rest my weary heart, but not the moments, my soul is at ease. I have acquired much abundance, but food not what fills me, deep love what fulfills. In my house, I have many rooms, in which freedom to be, do whatever the heart feels, but, that would never be a home, unless love what makes room. My house, has things to keep thoughts entertained, of sight and sound. Yet, they could never convey, that it’s not the content of one’s home, that values the true essence of its worth. Every soul within, context that it brings, breadth of love’s heartfelt kin; providing all its warmth within. My soul feels, my heart peels, back the layers to what that reveals, wages of love’s essential hue. If, sharing is caring, then daring is preparing; your soul to have room. There’s no perfect home, love makes imperfections feel homey. A heart, truly at home, awakens at the cusp of every dawn; feeling beautifully drenched, of love’s breathless dew. A soul knowing, life is but a breath, live it well. Home, the heart’s safe place, its hideaway, soul’s constant provision. An anchor in life’s storms, making available love’s oxygen. Moments are, what moments become, love’s intended sum; home, in one’s heart!
Standing right, my love seeing of thee, I am a tree, my sway indicative of its poetry. Standing upright, height of my worth see horizons, my sights beyond the peripheral. Standing majestically, my expectations act realistically, love’s silhouette illuminating my heart and soul fantastically. Standing tall, I don’t fear the fall, when love beckons, my soul answers the call. Standing just, to fathom deepest places my soul must. On the cusp of forevermore, my roots shake off the dust, keeping my heart’s soil moist, perpetually free to seep. I stand amazed, of if words matter, why do so many, fail standing up to the test of time? I Love You, those magic words, sounding so symbolic, but yet, needing to be substantive in its truest form, irrevocably. Of love, it doesn’t need time, to be the rhyme, or become the reason, in every season. Becoming a part of you, where it begins and you end, so profound it won’t bend. What never stands to differ, strands of its breadth that won’t ever quiver, under pressure of being unequivocal. Love, knowing how to strum tangible strings, sings the sweetest of melodies, what stands acoustic in its own right. What moves heaven and earth, to give you depth of its being. Love, all you need it to be, stands up right, as everything precious. Stands right in front of you, being where you need it to be. Not by chance, but for every heart’s glance, indicative of a heartfelt stance. What runs to you, like a poetic prance. What stand on its word, unapologetically; faithful love, stands upright under analysis. Bares its soul, for a closer examination, of your heart’s innate posture. Love in right standing, will always transcend fight or flight. Will never capitulate to what might, only to what ascends new heights. Standing true, rhythm of love not swayed, by synthesized blues. One’s heart and soul, so deeply moved, compelled to be of love’s breathless muse, captured by the essence of its boundless hue!
Tell me, does my heart please you, does my soul speak love’s truth? With all my heart, I’m trying; but a thousand words, fail to tell the tale. Love has a story, but moreover, who gets the glory. With everything within me, myself, yeah I, do; do love you. I am, truly trying, to see you through the lens of my own tainted heart. But yet, I surely bet, over the years, my soul, you must have needed to vet. Do I, oh, does my; love make you feel deeply loved, graceful like a dove? What am I trying to say, the struggle is real, trying to not let life, get between your heart and mine. But nevertheless, I’m trying, keeping focus on planting seeds of love, and not allow its bloom be eaten by life’s indifferent locust. My heart beats, not trying to race, but my soul make haste, my love keep pace. I’m trying, never keep your heart waiting, give love without delay. Why, should my heart ever be presumptuous, think I could ever keep your heart waiting; just because your love, made my own heart skip a beat? Lay your love gently on my heart, listen to my soul; my motivation’s sway. Sincerely you will find, my every heartbeat’s trying, but your deep love so, overwhelms my heart and soul!
My shoes, indicative of an old sole; years are irrelevant, tears inevitable. Fear, plays no role in determining, my sole’s worth. This old soul of mine, stitched, enriched. Etched deep within my being; I am, an old soul. Wise beyond years, because, deeply love peers. Helping my soul, withstand cascading tears. At the crux, of life’s systematic flux, love’s enduring nexus. On the other foot, with situation reversed; will always put best foot forward, to walk a mile. Within depth of my sole, weariness takes its toll. Some days, I slip into the day with ease, but mostly, I lace up my heart, tangibly gird my soul. So juxtapose, when life’s briskness sways, brushing up against my sole. My heart, won’t be at risk tripping, over a wayward ego. Days, when the sun doesn’t shine, love’s endearing reign seeps, causing my whether proofed soul, become drenched… deeply. Every day, the never ending quest, not to beat my chest, but pass love’s endless test. My sole’s conquest, my heart knowing; distance overcomes the miles. Love isn’t a contest, but heartfelt moments, swayed by its soulful context. In living, we ponder bodies getting buffed, not realizing, our souls are getting scuffed. Acting tuff, until someone calls our bluff; our facade wearing it well, but our posture has its tell. To those whom we love, we must be willing to bare our soul, show our vulnerability. Soles of our feet, taking the first step, towards healing, enlightenment. Oh, my soul, reminiscing the days of old, of a sole so bold; rejecting capitulation, longevity’s toil. New horizons, life’s traversing of an old sole, one’s heart journeying to deep places. Revealing the fabric of your soul’s innermost; wherewith, love’s instrumental means are found. With every step taken, unearthing its enableable breadth, love’s sublime meaning!
A Love Story! 
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