“The Heart holds those things which are dear and true. Why attempt to trick our minds. Pretending it doesn’t exist.” -Yonnie
Such an vividly expressive outpour of romantic Love
There is such beauty in the words you write.
Sounds like a new love is on the horizon and in Sight
Plagued with question unclear, twisted love Unclear.
Her heart still sways to the rhythm of the beat, dances and even leaps with Excitement
In attempt to anticipate the next move, wires crossed Misunderstandings
A fortress built to protect the Shining Heart encased by the Rib Cage
One day they may both come to to know the truth, gain Understanding
Inspired By Specious Smile by Shantanu Baruah
She not an Oasis or a MirageThe Rage is a sign of something deeper going On
A battle of Resistance…
It will not Faze her, neither will It Daze Her
Instead she Prays
Confused at times by the sudden mishaps of Changes
Many voices, heard in search for Answers
Tend to come accommodated by words of rage, served on a Silver Plate
Staged Plans to take her out from the many thoughts, ignoring the Heart
Your mind and the rage whispers will say, you been here Before
Don’t open the Door
Let Love Abide, Answer
Settle Truth and Banish the lies
Attempted tricks played on the Mind
Light will Shine in darkness
A Flickering of Light will help us SEE
The White Flowers were bursting so bright, as if they were turning darkness into light.
Oh, how Beautiful
The aroma from the flowers filled the air, like a breath of fresh air.
Oh, how Sweet
Just the thoughtfulness put a smile on your face.
It help to erase the pain of yesterday and dry the tear that leaky from your heart.
The depth of Agape “Love” is full, it is whole and complete.
To embrace it, to taste it.
Am I willing to be remodeled, to have Reconstructive Heart Surgery.
Am I ready to be cleaned out, to be made over.
It’s a journey that want happen over night, yet progressive and out of sight.
Create in me a clean heart renew a right standing spirit within me.
Teach me how to love.
Let me hear you when you call.
I must put first things first, as I seek your face.
Am I willing? Who is willing?
The choice is our own.