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Love’s Quiet Beauty!

If you look closely, you would see how its subtle beauty captivates. If your heart is keen, you would be in the know, how even its silence speaks, of its epic glow. Whoa, how its depth flows, its breadth spans the deepest river, hearts drown within its quiver. Its quintessence, unapologetically bold, if truth be told. Before one’s soul even knows it, deepens its hold, when nights are cold. Like a gentle flower, petals at the feet of its might, everything feels right, when eyelids close tight, within the midnight hour. In its reign, its fragrance showers the soul with its bliss, the sweetness of its kiss. Its kindness is endless, its awe breathless, actions blameless. It’s utterly reckless, breaking down barriers. Its worth never feckless, its meaning never voiceless. Within its hush, swaddled hue, the heart of its endearing pink blush. Fullness that emanates, stillness that shimmers, goodness that resonates. Its exists in plain sight, perceived only; when actions reveal, it resides within your heart. Its quiet nature, hovers in the shadows, patiently waiting to serve, what its essence preserves. In quiet whispers, lullaby it hums, the anthem of its sum. When words sting, healing it brings, the soul sings. Its mystique, moves the heart with its simplicity, captures you with its serenity, its picturesque intensity. Haven’t your heart heard, love’s true to its word, be like a graceful bird, soar with wings of a dove. Love, its quiet beauty, that, “je ne sais quoi,” what gets lost within its ocean. What no heart can fathom, no soul could live long enough to tell its tale, found within the pages of its boundless sublime!

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Wednesday Proverb; Reign in!

Love, when my thoughts become wild and indifferent, rein in my mind. When, my heart races to be right, but loosing sight, that every pursuit needs to still be love making every heartbeat skip, rein in my heart. When, comforting words seems misplaced, my soul struggling to render love’s most endearing expression, reign in my soul. Whenever, life’s problems are out of my control, but the real struggle, keeping emotions from building up passionless barriers, reign in my life. If, my words ever become insensitive and tasteless, trying to preach but not to teach… me. That love as just a verb, without elements of its healing herb, leaves a bad taste, rein in my words. In a position of change, not the same as a position of influence, love’s reign being its confidence. The moment one’s heart realizes, storms don’t come to drown one’s soul, but to test resolve, embolden one’s spirit, to perceive beyond the peripheral. One’s life finds meaningful solace, in knowing words won’t overcome, what the heart needs to let reign. Love’s rein empowers, what the gravity of every encounter needs to become, its heartfelt reign!

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Stringed Melodies!

Shhh, listen; within the stillness of one’s soul, there’s a stringed melody, love tugging on heartstrings. Within its nature, butterflies, fluttering the heart’s endearing hymn; amazing grace, beautifully instrumental. Its endless rhyme, transcending time, with its breathless reason. Love’s hum, heart’s strum, its harmonizing rendition. Of the soul’s position, its new edition. If it isn’t love, why does it hurt so; mind, body, soul. Angelic harmony, doesn’t perform solo, displaying a blinged halo. Heartfelt cords of love in unison, tethered stringed instruments, not singing the blues, but a love ballad resoundingly true, graceful in one accord. Deep love, befits how deeply love strikes a cord. It orchestrated, likened to a symphony, despite its complexities. Love’s artistry, profoundly moving, just with its simplicity. Its soothing tone, the elevation of its breadth, the proliferation of its depth. Finely tuned instruments, producing an ambiance of tranquillity. Fashioned to be, hearts in tandem, tarrying in love’s presence. Like of a classical violin, melodiously composed to be, means of timeless stringed melodies!

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Motivation’s Creed; Remember!

Remember the day, lest we forget, war is never the answer. The 11th day, of the 11th month 1918; a moment in time, etched within the chronicles of history. Lives put on pause, to fight for love’s cause, because. The objective, a moment to be reflective, love is intuitive. Its might, break bars, heals scars, near and far. Lets never forget, conflicted with indifference, will never make a difference. Love restrained, what does it gain, if we’re left with a lifetime of pain? There’s no sunshine, when tears rain. Like a proverbial umbrella, love gives the heart sight, how to cover you with its might, for your soul it fights. Lest we forget, love is the ultimate sacrifice. Never looking to become a hero, just step up into its calling; honor the fallen, be a help to those in need, indeed. Stand firm, hold your position, and see… Battles are not won, being swift or strong, but whose love will endure, lest we forget!

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Fun Friday; Baked In! 

My heart, could be a million miles, but my soul would still know, the sweet scent of love’s essence, it’s baked in. Its fragrance, its aroma, the beauty of its substance, makes the heart prance. Love taking its stance, forever to enhance. I could find a thousand things, to display my intrinsic qualities. But, if love isn’t the main baked in ingredient, how would it truly profit my soul? They say, you have to break a few eggs, to make an omelette. But my heart says, if the reasoning was scrambled, with what would the conception be seasoned? The infilling of my soul, requires the accompanying flavor therein to be whole… hearted. Love as leftovers, therefore cold, and tasteless. My demeanor, overwhelmingly, to be sweet, salty at times, but never indifferent, love deeply baked in. My, brown sugared sweetness, a little pinch of her love hurled, goldenly baked into my soul. Her sugar, her spice, it’s everything nice, stolen love’s heist. Cinnamon’s savor, gingered flavor, carbonized in my love’s elasticity, baked sweet bread, roses are red… All-purposed love, flowery in its totality. Pure and milky, warm and silky; baked in vanilla extract, sprinkled cocoa powder, dripped pasteurized honey. Its take, what heart can’t fake, words can’t break, for love’s sake. Having your cake, eating it too, lit candled hue, baked in celebration. Of its affirmation, what makes the heart weep, the love seep, the soul’s keepsake. Like a potato, melting love, butter baked in. Becoming, one love, one heart!

*** Fun with words, a love story’s tale! ***

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Wednesday Proverb; Look up!

Whenever, your heart feels like it’s lost, within the fog of love’s journey, look up. When, overwhelming sees, try to capsize your heart, drown out love’s voice, tries to sink your worth, into the depth of indifference? Look up, see your faith tethered to its lifeline, the hope found within its humanity. Whenever, daylight seems it won’t save you from heartache, or enlighten your posture? That’s the time, to get up positively, and shine… even brighter. Exercise your hopes, maneuver your dreams into position, clothe your heart within substantive desires. Even if, for a moment your light seems eclipsed by darkness, it shall surely pass. Stay vertical, your soul will profoundly see, it’s always darkest before the dawn. If, love’s radiance seems overshadowed by grievances, leaving truth twisting in the wind, look up. In the stillness, your soul will see fear hanging on by a thread, to love’s undeniable truth. Its resilience, fear’s reckoning, when love comes beckoning. Whether, sense of purpose seems in tatters, rags to riches, love for one’s self the story, look up. Despair, likes to lurk around the proverbial corner, but face that obstacle, with strength of character, take every step forward, with confidence. And if, you get knocked down, take a deep breath, and look up… to the heavens; hope is never lost!

“I took another walk around the neighborhood, and realized that on this earth as it is— The race is not always to the swift, Nor the battle to the strong, Nor satisfaction to the wise, Nor riches to the smart, Nor grace to the learned. Sooner or later, life comes to call. ” Ecclesiastes‬ ‭9‬: ‭11‬ ‭MSG‬‬

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Motivation’s Triumph; Ever-Increasing!

Joy, peace, happiness, may they’re triumph be; ever-increasing. In every season, every heartbeat’s breadth, the reason be, of love’s eternal bed of roses. Its fragrance, its beauty, the essence of its might. What gives sight, what shines bright, what gives the soul flight, on the wings of love’s provision. Of growth becoming, of what’s deeply rooted, one’s worth making room, soul’s ever-increasing bloom. Love on the rise, expanding depth of awareness. A heart shining exponentially, the glow of one’s soul proliferating endlessly. Let your love illuminate, radiate continuously. Be as bright as the stars, so darkness could never be on par. Even from afar, be warm as the sun. Motivation’s hue, triumphing profoundly. The elevation of one’s heart and soul, be love’s enlightenment, ever-increasing!

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By Design; Colored Leaves!

Over a Barrel

Over a barrel? Love harvested like a sunflower, blossoms within its grace and mercy. Keepsake’s of a heart and soul, found within the fabric of love’s provision. Its timeless harvest, in seasons, and its reason. Textured love, layered with compassion, beautifies. Deepened moments painted, with the vibrant colors of its true beauty. Its simplicity is this, what the lens of love doesn’t miss. The nuances of its kiss, emboldens the tapestry of its bliss. The flowery expressions of love, beyond stereotypical lens, what life’s perception oversimplifies!  

*** This first share, a picture I took earlier in October, modified to be this texturized design!

Leaves

In time the fall, moments cascading, that leaves an impression on sands of time. In space the haste, breadth in motion. In time the waste, breath in emotion, leaves. Nostalgia that visits, love that welcomes, heart that embraces, leaves breathless hues. Hearts in bloom, revealed in pages of love’s leafage, within its collective foliage. Loved one’s hue, life holding a special place in one’s soul, the beauty of their love lingering deeply. The desire, once again be touched by the silhouette of their presence, yet it’s, leaves… resting gently in peace. Soiled memories, fluttered hearts, souls laid bare. Gathering love’s true colors, graceful leaves!

*** This share, infused whimsical moments in time, of colors, of lives, autumn’s hue. A reflection of love, of loss, of what metaphorically LEAVES, an impression of heart and soul as a whole!

* 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!

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Being Led!

Lead me, to life’s opportunity, to love’s epiphany. Lead me, to the right decision, position my heart, within the breadth of unmovable stasis, its breathless oasis. Every single breath taken, liken it to a thousand reaps of your might, ten thousand steps of the enlightened way. Its poetic sway, be silent rivers flow, soulful cast its glow, seeping the essence of love’s overflow. Take my breath, to extraordinary places, take dreams, where hopes fathom deep spaces. Help me see, I’m empowered to be a light in darkened times. Help my soul go the distance, a racing heart doesn’t focus on being first, but constant. Escort me through the valleys, help my faith climb mountains. Steer my heart, down winding roads, direct the way beyond forked pathways, to new horizons. Flutter this thing in my chest, give my soul wings to soar, to never keep score. Shepherd my soul, guide my humanity, accompany my destiny. Led by You, hope is never lost, within one’s soul. The question is this, if your not willing to let love take you by the heart, to have its sway? Would the soul of your benevolence be, a book with its pages easily read, or through the lens of love, a heart truly led?

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