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Perpetual Bloom!

Of a perpetual bride, her heart cannot hide, her soul, drowning within love’s crimson tide. Her soul swept away, perpetually blushing, love knows her name. For no reason, her heart moved to tears, reminiscing the years, endearing love soothing her fears. Her mind never pondering, heart never wondering He loves me, he loves me not; does he truly love me? Oh, her love, isn’t tied up in knots. His love, not words, deeply says all her heart needs to know; I love you, dearly. Therefore, why would she ever bridle her tears? When, never-ending, they never need a reason; to winter, spring, summer, Fall. Her perpetual bloom, knows love doesn’t need April showers; to behold love blossoming beautifully. Love’s ageless stream, cascading through her; a deep river woman, is she. Her heart, beaming breathlessly. Her soul, reinvigorated inhaling its scent, love’s perpetual loom. Telling her softly, provoking her to once again; unbridled her heart and soul, jump the broom. Be one, with a heart well groomed, who forever makes room, never allowing love to assume. And even though, a heart’s posture will shift its position. Deep down, devoted love the never-changing decision; fertile love, needs room to bloom. Knowing, perpetual battles, just perennial cycles, which needs love’s perpetual breadth. To make every deep chasm moment, be what true love only fathom. Tethered hearts, still falling into love’s wedded bliss. Its glory, its story, its timeless muse; of love’s perpetual bloom!

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Let Me In!

Dear heart, let me in, to stand with you, stand up for your worth. Like a flower, will sway you gently, capture your heart breathless. My presence is, but my essence what springs up, to let your soul perceive, the texture of my fragrance. Won’t, you receive it, concede there’s endless nuances, within the breadth of my endearing hue. Dearest soul, won’t you allow me, to make your heart whole. Let the depth of my light, illuminate your innermost, reveal that I am, etched deep in the pages of your existence. Let me be, the enlightenment to your soul’s constellation; reaching deep into every heartfelt contemplation. In me, in thee, freedom. No pretense, why pretend; I am, a friend. Deep in the trenches, your needs I attend. I will, unshackle your soul, be free indeed. Even, if you don’t choose to acknowledge it, I will profoundly be. Your tenderness, your intimacy, your devotion, your passion, your desire, your yearning, your warmth, your affection, your compassion, your friendship, your kindness, your sympathy; the deepest part of your being. For, I Am… Love, let me in, to be!

“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.” Let Me in! Revelation‬ ‭3‬:‭20‬ ‭NIV‬‬

*** This post, inspired by another’s heart, “the lounge chair podcast, Ep 152!” ***

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Wednesday Proverb; How, Why; Grace!

How fortunate, be a soul so moved, by love’s favorable daze. A heart in a place, its breadth swayed, your soul amazed in such a way. Where you see How, subtly love captures one’s gaze, and understanding Why, it breaks through the haze. How, in its magnificent way, it cradles the heart, and Why; new life is breathed into a soul, just going through the motions, of a daunting faze. A heart and soul elated, knowing love’s magnificence doesn’t rely on a soul’s maturity; to propel a heart into its destiny, with confidence. What’s only perceived, with a fundamental shift to the perspective of one’s How; becoming a precipitous encounter, with Why? How, the perception of one’s soul is changed, knowing; the grace in one’s life, positions one’s heart to do something amazing, within someone else’s life. Both hearts, left in awe, not wondering the How, but Why; does Grace, love so deeply?

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Wednesday Proverb; Just, Exhale!

The mind, can sometimes feel so weary, the body, sometimes suffers from a case of exhaustion; just, let it be. Sometimes, one’s spirit can feel intermittent exhaustion, gasping to be aware of its innermost breadth. Even, the heart can, occasionally experience moments of fatigue; just breathe. Sometimes, just living in the moment, can still feel so exhausting. One’s proverbial flame, feeling burnt out; just, light a candle. Confusion says, give in to feelings, but wisdom says. Even, if the mind is weary, the body’s suffering exhaustion, spirit’s gasping, your heart is fatigued? Never allow, love’s quintessence to become exhausted; just, waiting to Exhale. Love, doesn’t wait for the perfect moment, to act; just, an opportunity to let its actions be. Justification, will never pry, let your heart cry; exhaustion’s just the lie, it could never search heart of hearts. Then, just, adjust the perspective, it will profoundly change, exhaustion’s perception!

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Motivation’s Sway; Pieces!

Giving away, pieces of my heart, would never leave my soul empty, would never make my love less than. My heart, finds not its strength, in countless pieces of contemplation, but the quintessence that yields my soul’s breathless thesis. My heart, has found love’s excellence, not in seeking illusive perfection, but allowing my imperfections to be, the catalyst, that builds wholeness with the pieces of our brokenness. Trust broken, in of itself full of so much potential. In that moment, time and space; where, the will to not let it shatter your worth. An opportunity, to give away another piece of your heart, to love’s embrace. Knowing, in heart of hearts, love makes there be nothing missing, nothing broken; the way of love’s resilience, the sway of its brilliance. I’ve found, the posture of one’s soul, reveals the position of one’s heart. Heart and soul, secure in love’s holistic nature, the nuances of its artistic ambiance, love’s vibrant display of its most selfless portrait. Pieces of one’s heart, essence of its innermost. Love, likened to fine art, that of aesthetic artwork, pieces of one’s soul laid bare, within love’s beautiful light. Finding it within, to relinquish pieces of self? One’s soul, giving away pieces of its heart, reveals the purest kind of love. That never let its worth seem unintended, meaningless… Pieces! 

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Irrevocably!

Irrevocably yours, within my soul and that of my heart, of love deeply true. For I, within my heart of hearts, know love could never be pure, if not love irrevocable. Vow I have vowed, not of just words, but of my heart’s posture. Soul’s absolute pledge to be of love, death could never part. Destiny is, destiny does, irrevocably transcend; time, space. Picturesque love, not just poetic art, work’s of love’s unalterable stance. Like of the wind’s might, my heart is irrevocably taken. My soul has flight, expanding my mind’s sight. Love’s breathless encounter, mind, heart, soul; altered irrevocably. Faithful love does, for faithful love is, unapologetically intentional. Truth of love’s essence, in me deeply embedded, my deepest love emboldened to be, tangibly felt, unshakably committed. Therefore, how could my heart be irrevocably blue, dipped in love’s crimson hue? Love’s inalienable breadth, of one’s soul attainable, its beauty of one’s heart, irrevocably available. My heart’s soliloquy, of what my soul utters, of what perpetual ink spills, my dearest love, irrevocable!

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Comfort of My Soul!

My soul, laid back against love’s beckoning, my heart, comfortably nestled within the depth of its sweet embrace. My thoughts, lost forever within the mystery of its peace. My breath, confounded years later my heart, can still be found breathlessly at home. There’s no other place, my soul would rather be, than drowning deep within this irrevocable place. Tears for fears, love’s beautiful exchange; the years comforting tears, washing away any lingering fears. This love story, could ever cease being, the love deepening even more. It has, afforded my heart much, comforted my soul with such warmth, of love’s deepest touch. Comforting my heart to know, my soul, exhales the only breadth it will truly ever need. No complacent thoughts, anxious will, could ever satisfy love’s heartfelt desire. Love’s forevermore, at the core of my soul needing, to know the crux of my heartbeat’s reason. Ask of my heart, it will say of my soul; my heart and soul, comfortable being here, wrapped up within Your love. Here, in this place in my life, I don’t worry about tomorrow, the things I can’t control. The focus being the state of my heart, let love’s attention be in the details. Who, What, When, Where; Why, chase butterflies, not understanding it’s in those moments, fluttering feelings, indicative of love’s colorful beauty. Every imperfection, nuances of what my heart needs, to embolden my soul’s resolve. Never be comfortable being, indifferent with my love. What more could I ask, but my soul being content forever; Here, in this familiar place!

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Wednesday Proverb; Faith, Hope! 

Faith, Hope, characteristics of the same measure, wholeness its aim. Faith, doesn’t rely on fame, to help bolster its claim. Hope, produces no shame, your heart invoking its name. Faith is the substance, Hope its evidence. A Faithful heart, a Hopeful soul. Faith, employs conception, Hope, embraces perception. Fear of the unknown, could never embolden its deception. Faith, looks deep into your soul, searches the heart as a whole; filling you with Hope, wings of love will surely reach forevermore. Faith bound, Hope found; tethered, becomes so profound. Faith and Hope, kindred spirits, heartfelt they fundamentally prevail, fruits of one’s resilience unveiled. Faith and Hope, reaches to the depth, where logic could never fathom. Faith, doesn’t require intellect, Hope is naturally direct. Having that, je ne sais quoi, what only one’s own heart can know. Faith, hovers like a song in the night, covers like a blanket of peace that’s right. Hope, the light that illuminates bright, casting no shadow of doubt. Sweet dreams, are made of these, who am I to disagree? Breadth of Faith’s heart, tender of what’s soft inside; Hope’s prudence doing something, that can’t be explained. What requires dedication, needing no conversation. Faith and Hope, heart and soul, riding the waves of life together, ah ha. Give Faith its chance, to let Hope prove its stance; your quintessence, its tree of life will enhance!

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Compelled!

It compels! So deeply compelling, but my heart so willing, of what it demands of my soul. Even, when my mind’s convinced, rebellion the way to justification; my heart, compels wayward emotions. Walk this way, talk this way; be compelled by its sway. What’s a heart to do, when it compels your soul to be still, but yet still, moves your heart, compellingly? Why yell, when it makes your heart swell? Atoms of its cell, flow so deep like a well, being its concede the tell; I’m compelled. Putting up resistance, become complaisant, not I; comply shall I, its advocate bright eyed. Why, my soul, would never know its profound, my heart not open to its renown; of its verb and its noun. Its truth so well meaning, its beauty so acutely compelling. Of its breadth taking, its depth giving; glimpses of its nature. When, you feel you’ve lost your way, searches the heart. Meets you in the struggle, meet you in your darkest hour. Meets your soul at the place, where it compels you to know your worth. It sees you, fills you, whispers into the stillness of your soul. So compellingly, you willingly let it gently, take you by the heart. Oh, sometimes from eyes, water rains, but in heart of hearts, God reigns. And thus, oh how Love must, be what propels, to be compelled!

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