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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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Encompassing!

Breadth, can’t be held, but like that of love, be fundamentally grasped, completely embraced. Titanium, like that of love’s quintessential depth, strength encompasses profoundly; its width not withstanding. Sound, intuitively does surround, amplified resounds; like true love, its veracity no bounds. Circumstance, acts circumspect, never dampened due time’s relevance. Compass of action, never circumscribes to meaningless words or deeds. Love, withholding nothing, encapsulation needs of its encompassing characteristics. Sometimes, rain does falls, hedging your heart with its reign, its drench yet unknown. But, when love’s reign befalls, will encompasse your soul, pour into the heart whole. With the hedge of preservation, will contain watered tears. Giving hearts courage to persevere, within waterfall’s reign. Immersed, heart and soul thee wed, to have and to hold. Ringed, what its tether brings, what all encompassed love beholds. Enveloped, lettered instance revealing, enclosed essence inked. What comprise, what gives rise, what edifies wise. What every thoughts know, what every word convey; the encompassed breath of one’s heart, of one’s soul!

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Spring into Action!

Spring into action, don’t let love be just a meaningless reaction, but a beautiful attraction. Mathematics 101, hearts divided, love therefore, but a fraction. Something missing, if nothing added. Spring into action, may deep within your being, reside a fertile soul; for planting, harvesting. Ready the soil of thy heart, deeply be that of love’s inherent garden. Cultivate the aura of love’s serenity, dripping the fragrance of its nature, the nuances of its peace. What never allows, cumbersome weeds to stifle its colorful allure. In every season, love never needs a reason to flourish beautifully, bloom effortlessly; liken to an endearing flower. Showers of blessings, a heart basking within the precipitation of love’s forever reign. Allowing deep rooted love to grow, thrive, springing up to become that of a soul, with rose petals laid bare. March to the front of the line, real love will never decline. March to the beat of your own heartbeat, painted with the essence of love’s crimson hue. Throughout its garden, love leaps, love frolics, speaks from the heart with two lips. Planted tulips, breadth of love’s dew resting gently on the heart, likened to that of a wet kiss upon the soul, sweet fragrance of love lingering. Consider the lilies, how like love, it gives naturally of itself, what stems from its ornate beauty. Every day, nurture love until heart and soul spring into action. Never, allowing love’s garden to become neglected, ever parched, wither into nothingness void!

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My Heart’s Rights, Writes!

Word(s) play, speak of relative pun, plain but yet of fun, indicative but of a different perspective. Writes have meaning, rights of words verbatim, heartfelt prose tethered in tandem. Two or three gathered in the midst, exploits of a heart’s love story. My writes sow, of love rightly so, heartstrings and bow. In my youth, thoughts my soul did restrain, but in love’s reign, unshackled my heart does write. Rights given by love have no blight, heart to pen words of delight, unbound love, writes without plight. A heart with insight, writes freely not bound by rights, freedom corresponds with the intent to give sight. Whenever words descend, with no hesitation they arrest my heart, read me my rights. Inked soliloquy writes, my soul’s innermost, my heart conditioned with perceptive rights. Pen, oh penned, thy ink detains the rights of my soul, with no restraint I am free. In the court of opinions, of love my heart writes. In life, actions judge the rights of words, galvanized thoughts written bled of heart and soul. Love, oh love, what right have you to ask of my heart, in perpetuity writes that have bared my soul? But nevertheless, not my will, but love’s ingenuity ink does spill. My heart, released on its own recognizance, bear witness to the breadth of love’s cognitive writes!

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Motivation’s Sway; its Inherent Way!

The rhythm of blues, could never sway love’s crimson ways. If violet hues are of blue, then rose petals would say of a heart true, I love you. If a closed off heart perceives, love is blind, then how of mine? A heart wide open to know, if love can’t truly see, why giddily are so many, willing to then blindly fall… into love? Must be its sway. If, tainted glass is only of a reduction in perspective, then, why are many hearts amazed? How a reflective perception could be a shift in one’s mood, to become a painted expression of love’s subtle nuances. Must be of its way. If light shining, will always overwhelm darkness, leaving the darkness no way to overcome it? Then therefore, every heart’s innermost glow, likened to an incandescent lighthouse. Love’s solace of hope, beaming in the most darkened of moments. Must be to sway. They say, silent rivers run deep, but, this my heart has come to concede. Deep places won’t reveal itself, if one’s soul couldn’t fathom. Depth is a place of being, within a state of enlightenment. Swayed, knowing must be love the way!

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Just!

Dreamer, every heart is an innate dreamer. Some fairy tales, dream of falling in love, while daydreams, gaze within the possibility of being in love. But, for me and my heart, it doesn’t dream of being; faithful love is about conceding, to staying. Everyday, Just, fall in love again. You see, every morning, my dreams do come true. When, my heart kisses, upon the love of my sleeping beauty, to let it awaken my soul. And all day long, my heart races to the ball, slow dance with the love of my Cinderella. DJ, play another slow jam, this time, make it sweet. To Just, with one glance, heart concurs with soul; Just, let it happen, fall breathlessly. For those moments, when the day plays with the mind, to capture the imagination, it encounters much resistance. The elasticity in my heart not swayed, to Just, let thoughts have its way, with my soul. Mind over what matters, a heart in tatters, enamored with love that only flatters. Real love, knows how to hold your gaze just right, how to grip your heart tight. Your every breath, not putting up a fight; Just, waiting to exhale. The soul eclipsed by radiant light, the heart saying it Just might, fall again. Magic, that must be its charm, how love does what it does; does the soul no harm, when it takes you by the heart. And even though, again and again it makes you fall; do it again, give love its due. My heart, will never justify my soul; it vowed to forever be, love’s useful muse. But, before my love became, Just; my heart first had to concede, it Must, fall… again!

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Knock on Would!

When, love proves to your soul its true meaning, no heart, should ever instinctively knock Would. When, its enlightened breadth deepens your understanding, no knock off version of love, Would, ever be enough to sway a heart’s fundamental beliefs. So many hearts, carve their love in hopes and dreams, not realizing, the Would, becomes a symbolism, the act not becoming a euphemism. The commitment needs to be, to the love growing deeper, forever etched upon the depth of your soul? What will flourish profoundly, stands the test of time, proving, deep love will transcend time, and space. A heart, colliding with Would, never becomes love losing balance, but only spilling the essence of its beauty. Would, in of itself hollow, when its core intent has no inherent content, giving it context. Just, like how love resonates, Would, needs to echo verbatim, with its resounding tapestry. Rat-a-tat, why, must the dog chase the cat? A heart, never confident of its deepest breath, until the posture of its soul, exhales love’s heartfelt truth. That Would, by itself could never build love’s foundational bridge, if never tethered to something substantial. One’s inclination, just a feeling if not acted upon, the Would, having the potential, but the heart not willing to act. An expression of hope, Would, never accomplish anything, without faith empowering its purpose. A heart’s resilience, could never have the strength to knock down barriers, without it having the will that Would, make a tangible impression. Love, unapologetically pure, intentionally rooted, never a heart needing to, knock on Would!

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