Sappy love, seeps with a distinct texture, the soul drenched in the aura of love’s tapestry. Never needing a particular occasion, to tap into its quintessence, hence. Melting heart and soul, with the ambiance of its warmth. Every day, love, gives an open heart its due, its essence laid gently on the soul, the dawn of its breathless dew. Love’s sappy hue, one’s heart, not missing the forest for the trees. Love that drips tenderly, captivates the soul’s gaze, the heart becoming its perpetual muse. Like that of pure maple syrup, tasty love coats the breadth of one’s soul. Enhancing the shades of one’s heart, with the nectar of love’s divine fragrance. Beauty of its enchanted hue, found within the depth of its sappy allure, love’s sweet cure!
My Dearest love, within the depth of my soul, rest the virtue of thy charm. Deep within thy arms, you are my heart, but I don’t have to write that here. Every day, again and again you search within my soul, see if my love is pure. Dearest love, my heart would never presume, to say your meaning is just a verb. Dearest love, doesn’t need a special time, or space; deep love flows constant, a deep river. On the tip of my heart, words etched within the crevices of my being, love’s essence spills inked. Valiant love, defies time’s wishes, one’s soul the muse of thy rhyme. Roses red, violets misty blue, my heart’s love true. Dearest, you’ve captured my imagination, taken my every breath, lingering to become my, entire heart and soul. They say, sharing is caring, but my soul says, daring is preparing, one’s heart to be of love’s service, forever and always. Love is a connection, a bond never to be broken; never-the-less, but more than. LOVE, forgive me, if my words seem bold, the half not yet told. For I am, my heart is, draped in the fabric of thy intimacy. Thy beautiful texture, unveiled my soul, makes known thy endearing might. My dearest love, my heart is utterly lost for words. These words, a mere breadth of my heart, versed in the tapestry of thy crimson hue. For my heart’s sake, bare my soul, let thy passion be, the confessions of my undying love!
I have a frugal heart, but my love never cheap, it reaps because it sows. Love is an investment, to my sweet lady, give it generously; no wasted days, wasted nights. Cherish the love we have, cherish the life we live. Love is the truest wealth, my frugal heart has it in abundance, and I’m, saving all my love for you, a heart in need. Pennies a day, penny lover, my love won’t cost a thing; penny for my thoughts, your love has so enriched my soul. Oh, if I can be so bold, no change is needed. If truth be told, you’ve given so much love to this frugal heart of mine. Excess love, my frugal love is, the entire sum that affords my heart and soul. My heart, would surely have no worth, if all the riches in the world were what caused my soul to be bankrupt. My frugal love, would never cost any heart a dime, or be eclipsed by time. My heart, frugal for one inherent reason, my love would be enough, available always. Many hearts, spend so much energy chasing after things, that when the time comes their love is spent, their heart was never frugal. A frugal heart, never careless with its words, or its provision. Love seeps, so not to overwhelm with the breadth of its portion. Love’s doesn’t deprive, it derives from its frugalness, found within the beauty of its bounty!
In the middle of life’s journey, island, and streams. Where, silent rivers run deep, traversing the breadth therein, along the sands of time. My island, submerged within the midst of love’s deepest ocean. Its unfathomable depth, lies deep within a peace I’ve come to know. A place, my soul calls home, a love my heart hones. Love’s quiet streams, cascading gracefully, flowing deeply. Warm tropical islands, breathless shores, footprints in the sand, hand in hand. Love carries, breath sustains, gaze captures, by the beautiful riverside. Tender love is divine, its dedication sublime, stand the test of time. Islands and stream, no waves in-between, for love casts its reprieve. Hearts relying on each other, one heart to another, holding its word, sailing love’s horizon. When moments seem, coraled stream’s edge, jagged water’s ridge, never deserted island’s pledge. An island with everything, still nothing if you’ve got no one, to make its streams become something, refreshing. So, row, row, row love’s boat gently down the stream, merrily it finds hopes and dreams. A heart, not letting its soul lose sight of what matters, what deepens life, broaden one’s intuitive sea; beyond islands, within streams!
Who are you, when no one’s looking? Does your heart, try to see what your soul can get away with? Do you break promises, not caring if it will break someone’s hopes, dreams? Do you get mad, when things don’t go your way, abandoning someone else’s feelings, to elevate your own? Who are you, under the cover of darkness? Does your light shine profoundly, or flicker intermittently, not realizing your heart can become someone’s lighthouse, within their darkest moment. Do you perceive, because you have tasted bitterness, it’s your heart’s prerogative to let others get a taste, of all the bitter bottled inside? Who’s to say, they don’t drink their own portion, daily? Who are you, when life tests your resolve, pulls heart and soul in two different directions? Do you hold it together, trying not to seem weak, or allow yourself to be held, in love’s embrace? Who do you become, when storms beat without remorse, against your heart’s beliefs? Do you throw your humanity out the window, bolt the door of your heart, hoping it will restrain the flood of emotions? Instead, let your heart make way, your soul emboldened by love’s sway, to be true. So, what will be revealed, when your heart is undressed, and bares your soul? Will the motivation be, emanating love’s enduring truth, with the grace that it affords, through the beauty of its unwavering hue? Jan 27, 2025
Attentive love, easy on the heart, warm to its touch, sautéd tastefully with its holistic simplicity. Essence enriched, dished abundantly, served wholeheartedly. Soul food, full of compassion, filled with appreciation, seasoned with gratitude, marinated in deep affection. Even with just a hint of admiration, gives it the right amount of clarity. That your love’s language, food for the soul. But, why not kick it up a notch, add to it some; “je ne sais quoi,” something, indicative of your heart’s desire, emboldened by one’s spice for life. A hint of this, a pinch of that, adds to the allure of one’s love being, tasteful. A sense of needing, excites a heart in giving, best portion of themselves. An atmosphere of love’s aroma, will linger profoundly, resonates deeply. Guessing what works, quirks tainting the heartfelt appeal, one’s heart not in it. Soul food, not made with love, creates a tasteless stew, lacking its most critical element. Adding to it genuine trust, enhances the nature, the indulgence of love’s intentional ingredients. Love, not stirred with consistent awareness, a feeling of being burnt. Indifference, making the experience unappealing, the encounter hard to swallow. Even, in the midst of bitterness, day after day, set the table regardless. Line the heart with the fabric of love, and the ambiance will become the soul’s feast. A heart with room, indulges in seconds, what first impressions may have negated. Sharing your heart, feeding your soul; endearing. Truth be told, moments the soul holds, the heart being bold. Love served on a platter, never meant to flatter, but rather, feed one’s soul. A heart bland, its innermost likened to its batter, not sweetened with the rich extracts of love. Hearts content, skip through the meadows of life, famished feast on love’s sustenance, food for one’s soul!
*** A post revisited, a rewrite of the original, shared Nov 1, 2021 New picture, new take, but nevertheless, food for the soul. *** If anyone is interested, this link is to the original post. Link to Soul Food: Nov 1, 2021
My heart, has never claimed to be eloquent, what’s deep down, what needs to be evident, what’s spoken for be relevant. My soul, bound by its vow, my heart tethered to the know how, to be married to its conviction. The moment, my heart jumped the broom, my soul was groomed to make room. In a world, wanting to silence your voice. What they fail to understand, for many years, my voice lived deep within a silent river. Drowning breathlessly, in an introverted see, of what my heart perceived. When, a child realizes his father, refuses to acknowledge his worth, mother was too preoccupied with life. His heart, could have found itself lost, within the depth of the silence. But, my words reserved, to let my soul be preserved, my heart be deserved, of being spoken for. Not enough, could have been the narrative, but my heart found an alternative. The spirit inside, said my heart was so much more, than what hopelessness deceives. In the midst of life’s battles, within the valley of shadows, my heart didn’t fear the unknown. My soul, persevered within the trenches, my heart kept focused under fire. It’s been tested, now it’s vested. A heart not ashamed, to let the story be known, what has been fortified. Pictures my heart paints, texturized by what my soul knows, profoundly framed in the meaning of its portrayal. And now, the words my soul finds, bleeds inked from the bottom of my heart, revealing they’re spoken for. When, the trajectory of my story, could have been predictable. The worth I found deep within, made it tenable. Within the stillness of my soul, Love made it known, my heart, spoken for!
Deep within the heart, room is made, to allow light to come in, let one’s quintessence be known. Heart and soul, leaving no stone unturned, make sure they’ll be room, for love to become. Space available, a heart full, but yet with arms wide open, to embrace selfless humanity. Room in one’s heart gives latitude, fault produces attitude, space exhibits altitude. The heart’s expansion, the breadth of love’s capacity, depth of the soul’s propensity. Love speaks volumes, come one, come all; there’s room at the table, come partake of heartfelt goodness. Deep in love’s pantry, substantive room for the hopeless, optimal space for one’s heart to receive, organic love. Eager hearts, are watching and longing, looking if there’s an ounce of compassion, to fill the void in their soul? Making room is not easy, but necessary for love to be preserved. Love, yields to hearts its bounty, not given a proverbial shelf life. Don’t presume, flowers won’t bloom if given room, for love’s fertile affection to be!
Love’s tapestry, stitched within the fabric of one’s soul, etched in the crevices of a quilted heart. A heart soft to the touch, willing to give so much. Materialized in its capacity, rugged in its tenacity, to never feel daunting in its simplicity, displaying love’s decorative hue. Its texture so colorful, its essence painting the soul’s vibrant portrait, enhancing the most mundane of places. Quilted hearts, souls laid bare, love spread so profoundly it covers, multitude of spaces. Love’s layers, insulates the heart in so many ways. Heartstrings, tethered with what seems strands of rope, unparalleled likened to times of endearing hope, hearts bound in humanity. Garmented admiration, souls cut from the same cloth. In moments of need, hearts draped in love’s affection. By design, warmth and comfort becoming its most enduring quality. Love, not meant to be a leisure activity, an intentional necessity, gifted freely. Quilted love, hearts knitted together, allowing love’s motivation to become… quintessential!
The bye and bye, giving yesteryear its kiss, and say goodbye. Within the new, from time to time the heart will cry, remembering the bye and bye, how love wiped away tears, giving the soul wings to fly. Every heart, has encountered the saddest days of life. But hearts profoundly flourish, when we stop living looking behind, at what was. Sometimes, life calls with a bit of bad news, I want to hold you back; but good news, this too shall pass. A heart knowing how to weather the cold, never whethers if love’s warmth it will behold. In a world, where so many hearts just survive, clinging to the bye and bye. Like honey, love thrives, within the crevices of its hive. The road ahead is long, but the journey makes one’s resolve strong. So, mountains won’t have its way, valleys don’t have any sway. Tell life’s sorrows, the missteps of the past bye-bye, adios, cheerio, sayonara, arrivederci. So long, farewell; adieu, to you and you and you. I hate to go, but my heart’s not willing to miss this pretty sight; my worth’s awakening. What we have, what makes the heart and soul sing, embraced forevermore, in the here and now!
A Love Story! 
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