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My Heart, Spoken For!

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!

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On My Way to Heaven!

On my way to heaven, my heart met an angel, traversing time, in between our soul’s existence, love’s deepest breadth revealed. Thirty eight years, feels like a thousand, on our way to forever. Within her care, my heart in no haste, resting deep within love’s embrace. Trying to find, hoping to become, what my love needed to be, deeply enlightened. You see, heaven is my destiny, but before my soul journey’s there. This angel’s love, my soul’s mate, sent to search my heart, test my love’s resolve. My soul, wouldn’t dare claim, her heart doesn’t have wings. In my heart of hearts, her love takes flight, takes my love to new heights. My breath, doesn’t have to hold tight, deep in my soul this feels right. Love heaven sent, be a lifetime spent, knowing love heartfelt. Her heart’s angelic verb, likened to love’s healing herb. Her love a song, harped rhythmically felt strong. Love’s beauty capturing your gaze, its sway moving you all your days. Heaven, doesn’t seem a far off place, your heart totally eclipsed by the light of its hue. In her reflection, glimpsed the keeper of the stars. In between here, and eternity; lived, loved, discovered angels are real. Traversing the way of love’s celestial plane, my soul had an encounter. On my way to heaven, my heart, met an angel!

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Wednesday Proverb; bye and bye!

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!

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Ordinary Angels!

Why say, true love is not sustainable, when what sustains it, the will to let its breadth take flight. Some hearts say, love can be so exhausting, but what is love, if it doesn’t therefore take your breath, and never digress? Many are under the impression, being a soul’s-mates is a myth. But, what their heart fails to understand, if you chase after the bliss, love’s angelic hue you will surely miss. The secret to love’s lasting beauty, what compels it, what propels it, what undergirds it. Love is not just about feeling, but in seeing, and the being; seeing the need, being willing to act, be an ordinary angel. Showing its wings, love so angelic it sings. Even though, it seems love makes one’s heart blue, it should still remain true. A heart not willing to hide, settle with just giving ordinary love, but all what’s inside. Love, doesn’t have to be daring, just caring. It doesn’t have a winged angle, for its innermost to rise to the occasion. Be a light in the horizon, shines bright at every dawn, soaring to new heights. When you’re at your low, the love will show, like a river will flow, will unsheathe its bow. Ordinary angels, hearts willing to try with you, cry with you. Even with a broken wing, a heart willing to be tethered, will fly with you. Every heart, has within the ability to reveal, amongst us there are, Ordinary Angels!

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By Design; Christmas’ Hue!


Love’s Christmas Celebration!

DJ WCR, on the WordPress ones and twos, spinning love’s tale. The poetry doesn’t flail, the muse won’t derail, love’s rhythm will prevail. 
When, Love feels at Home!

At home, hearts feel at home, wrapped up within love’s embrace. When, love is in the air, its essence becomes its sweet aroma. Love’s fragrance hue, permeating throughout heart and soul.

In some seasons, the world can seem so cold, love’s reasoning becoming so bold; does, it has a festive hold, its beauty deeply told? In this place, within the depth of one’s heart, love feels at home, resting gently against your soul. A place, where the heart feels whole, deep within your chest, a love’s behest. In heart of hearts, the place where love lingers, let it be, as long as it pleases. Don’t quicken it, unless absolutely certain, your heart will evoke its benevolence. Awaken it, if your soul can arouse its quintessence, your heart faithful to its bidding. Deep down provoked, words could never evict, situations could never offend, passionately will defend its position. Oh, I tell you, love asked of me, and I said I surely won’t, let the moments pass; invoked heart and soul I did. And now, love’s hue resides within places, has made its home in spaces; within my soul, where my heart has never entered. In one’s soul, if there’s a fire burning, love is surely crackling, its flame lit forever. To let passing hearts know, there’s an invitation to be had. In the warmth of love’s breadth, its essence swaddled within its hue. Wrapped up in the gift that keeps giving, the partaking of love’s divine feast. Christmas no exception, by design!

***By design, a collaboration of my late daughter’s spirit and my soul, giving my heart inspiration to create these designs. Each are pieces of different elements; pictures, drawings, paint swatches, inserted and manipulated within several design apps, together creating the final design. To be a legacy in the making, love’s ornate breadth by design!

P.S. The silhouette of someone dancing disco in the top image, picture that being my daughter, who loved 70’s music!

WCR c/o Justinea Angelina Richards

Wednesday Proverb; Right heart-set!

Real love, never mind over what matters. The right mindset, it’s a heart matter. Not about what the mind rather, but, the heart not leaving love in tatters. The right mindset, the heart making room, never letting the mind presume, that it’s what has love’s ear. A heart in fear, making the wrong decision. An indifferent mindset, swayed by attitude, the reciting of meaningless platitudes. The disregarding, the heart’s holistic aptitude, which gives breadth to the soul’s altitude. Food for thought, never to engage the heart in part, every thought taken captive. How, it becomes heart to heart from the start. Sweet-heart’s, love within one’s soul making the mundane, darling in its expression. Every heart, not always on the same page, intellectually, may not be in tune, vocally. Not always in sync, inherently, but that doesn’t mean, souls can’t be in harmony, wholeheartedly. We, don’t have to be deeply entwined, indubitably, don’t have to become like minded, necessarily. To make it possible, for love to be in one accord, faithfully. Heart on the level, its mindset perceived through the lens of love’s perspective. In every season, having its proverbial heart-set, right!

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Motivation’s Sway; its Woo!

Does, your soul feel like it’s being chased, does your heart race with haste? It’s love’s woo in pursuit. Like that of the sun’s radiance, love has an intrinsic glow, with just a smile, it shows its hue. Like that of a deep river, deeply it flows, soothing one’s woes. Like a moving song, it sways the soul, effortlessly, dances with the heart, endlessly. When, love becomes your heart’s purpose, deep down in your soul it becomes your source. Your constant, your axis, your oxygen, your confidence. Every season, the reason for living, for giving, for being… its breadth inside of you; it’s woo. Sometimes, one’s heart doesn’t even know it, that it’s being wooed. Love’s presence, waits in the shadows, for an opportunity, to woo you with its favor. When, your heart rate is elevated, your soul becomes elated, drowning in the depth of peace’s overflow. It’s possible, even now, at that very moment, it’s wooing you. Your heart, may not perceive it, until, you find yourself overwhelmed, by its relentless woo. It has nothing to prove, but yet love behooves, to be your heartfelt muse. It’s motivation, to win your heart, cultivate warmth, become the light in your spark. Its soliloquy, never in a Shakespearean verse, its nuances well diverse. Its love language, its quintessence, its woo motivated, by you!

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My, Most Trusted Adviser!

So many, wanted to affirm my worth, but yet, never engaged my soul. My heart, only one dimension in being. They, didn’t have the means to marry, my heart and soul. What, makes the totality of every decision whole. Every, true investor knows, a lasting heartfelt plan, is never about the man, or what’s in his hand. Love’s heart to heart foundation, starts with the end in mind, the investment into love being sustainable. Love, in its most loving capacity, the trust built on sound advisory, does it speak volumes? Its finality, love so profitable, its benefits are financially sound. A love so priceless, silver and gold, lose its luster, in comparison. Love’s advice, never let your heart be miss led. It’s not what’s in your head, what lays gently on the bed; but, what transcends. Love, doesn’t have need of a best friend, it seeks a friend indeed. What, helps the heart heed, and lets the soul feed, on the sum of its goodness!

My consultee, wifey, for the he-man in me. Her loving investment, astutely advises this serious cat, to her I tip my hat. She’s a counselor to my heart, a gentle guide for my soul, a consultant to my hopes, a confidant to my dreams. Mutual interest, the fundamentals to love’s profitability. Life, the teacher every soul learns from. As for me, and my heart, love tutors my soul. Best advice, never reciprocate charitable love, through a legalistic lens, or it won’t therefore, become its holistic encounter. She, an aide to my soul, a helper to my heart. Her love’s so bold, never hesitating to inform my ego, you’ve been told. Her heart with no holds barred, her love never cold, never undersold. So, what supposed my heart to do, but fold; initiate dearest love, investing into my honey’s do, the due. Not try to fix her heart, but invest in her worth, love her unconditionally. And why not, when she is, forever will be. My heart’s, most trusted adviser!

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Love’s Vivacious Hue!

Even, with just a little bit of love in your heart, one’s soul paints the portrait of love’s tapestry, exposing the beauty of its colorful hues. Frame by frame, what heart could ever resist being a picture within a picture, love’s work of art? When, love captures the essence of a soul, it’s a heart exposed, a canvas of love’s masterpiece, a portrayal of its artistry. Though, the texture of a heart is not flawless, in its imperfect perfections. Breathtaking becomes its ambiance, its nuances, breadth of its simplicity; by design. Within the right light, love’s totality is revealed; through the lens of its vivacious hue!

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