I love you. Daring my dreams to connect with you as we sleep in differing corners of the universe. Desiring the nearness of you. Dreaming of one day becoming "one" with you. You are my focus. My sunrise and my sunset. I dare you to dream of me and see if our dreams are on "one" accord. Quiero hacerlo contigo. Quiero ser lo que deseen tus suenos y cada vez mas. Do not be afraid. Touch me. I am real. Love me. I am ready. Walk in life with me. I de-wed. Before I lay my head down to sleep, I pray that these words find thee. I pray with a soften heart that you will be open to the beautiful melodic love story of what God has authored. Esperare aqui sin pena con pura alegria para vengas y camines esta vida conmiga por siempre jamas.

Embracing A Healed Heart

I did not have a single word to loan; in fact, my heart, buried in hurt, had no energy to center. Dormant, dark, and desolate thoughts on repeat (why oh why) did I feel the way I did. Something was missing within. A cunning thief, during the cusp of midnight, took my heart with no regard of helping me heal. Lying face up in bed, secluded from the rest of the world, ashamed and drifting away in sorrow because in my heart lived my ego, my happiness, my dreams, and my visions. It was where I stored our future wedding day. Every action of proving my worth was manifested through time, unconditional love and sacrifice. But the sacrifice was compromised by someone's inability to embrace a healed heart. Instead of accepting its proclaimed richness, my heart was placed on a string like a yo-yo. Expending so much energy for her, my heart, buried in hurt, had no energy to center. Why was it so hard for her to embrace a healed heart?

In Love...

No story was bigger than the hurt that was buried deep inside of heart; An avalanche of emotions tearing my world apart. Layer by Layer; Piece by Piece; A part of me died with our favorite love song on repeat. My heart was in mourning; Love does not taste, feel, smell, touch and hear my senses to quench what was needed; Instead, my mirrored reflection of my heart shows a man broken with his heart on his sleeve bleeding. I was born into this world loved; I prayed in love; I walked in love; I spoke truthfulness in love; All I wanted was to be loved...faithfully. Too emotional to give up; I fell to my knees; Sought God's face and yelled out, But...But...But God I love her. Surrounding sounds were muted; My arms lifted; God's spirit fulfilled unto me saying...Love ME more...My unchanging hand never wavers and never places worry upon you. Does she fulfill this purpose? My face met my open palms; Like a baby I wept in HIS arms; HE reminded me that no matter the circumstance, he would protect me cause I am HIS son. A drunkard in love crying while screaming at the top of lungs...It hurts Lord. I confessed I thought LOVE found me the one. Through sacrifice; Through effort; My love stood. No more running. No more games. No more manipulating my heart. Through faith; Through prayer; Through fasting; Through God's abounding love... Cheers to the Rebirth of my Heart.

No noise heard. Only the thumping sound of my heart hurt and wounded. Wounded by love. Love, once hoped and prayed for, would turn its back on me. Almost as one swimming in the dark, destination blinded by the lack of... Numb from it all. Vowed to give my best. The best I surrender upon you. I loved hard, faithfully and sincere. Is genuine love not enough?? Your doors were opened and held wide. I kissed you with purpose and sincerity. I held your hand with my chest out. The "S" on my chest represented Super. I was "S"uper in love with you. Never wanting to let you go. My dreams were your reality. Your dreams were mines to make true. Regardless of the storms that made there way into our lives, I vowed to never walk away. True love endures. Its sharpens. Its debates. It thrives. It continues...Beyond the course. So I prayed. And. Prayed again and again. The noise began to decrease the more I prayed. As much as I needed to hear your voice, the one person who loves me truly made their voice heard. Complete silence. Only to hear the thumping sound of my heart...healing.

Good-bye my love said after each exhale ridding of the pain co-existing inside. I had to see you one last time. Capture your smile, your beautiful eyes that I adored looking into mine. Take my hand and tell me that you will ok. I am a man but I have to cry OUT to GOD to take this pain away. Baby, are you sure leaving me is the best thing to do. We both made mistakes but I willing to forgive if you are willing to forgive too. I know your the one. I knew it from the very start. Two years later, still in love, you began drifting apart. My hand, my heart and my love are all aligned for love, for us, for-ever. But you needed space, you said it was for the better. More space, less time to dream, room for the enemy to seek, kill and destroy. What I thought was real became a defected toy. I sought after you with pure might and purpose. Losing you I could not fathom. Rather fight than not. You said not. You said don't wait. You need to do you. While my love was just in bloom. Now, I am stewing in my emotions... Wanting one last cry...

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Time was what was necessary. Dreams of holy matrimony engaged my thoughts. That day kissing my bride under the cherry moon, etched carefully across my heart,rehearsed and photographed, produced a blank photo. I was in love with your "dont do's" never contemplating any less but giving you every ounce of my being. Cherishing every breath you took. Loving you into tomorrow's sun; breathing life into your spirit one scripture, one prayer at a time. I could not fathom why the photo remained blank just when the "I do" was silently manifested. I needed to see your smile in the photo. My mind settles with yes, but my heart sirens no. Cold feet? No. Hardened heart? No. YOU turned stone cold. Like love served you an eviction notice. All I wanted was your everything. I wanted to be your everything...365 days every year. I did not care who was your first kiss; I wanted to be your last. Your eyes told no truths. So what are we doing?

I caught feelings while daydreaming unto your eyes. So beautiful to gaze; more delicate than a pink rose blooming on Easter Sunday. My eyes gazing with intent. Desiring to place kisses where my love desires to live. The unspoken passion to carry you into tomorrow happy has me presently romancing your entire being. Wanting you here, right now, between my heart and my loving arms, today means nothing if my love for you cannot display its meaning upon you. Wine and Us. Two loving souls connecting beyond the hemisphere finding our faults under the stars becoming celebrities within. Each word spoken s'mores my heart, cries my tears, by the fireplace we lay creating a rendition of how love making is done through a kiss. How beautiful you are. How each breath you take synchronizes with every sentence I create. Smile baby. Smile. Smile while I am kissing you. Laugh as I tickle you. Dream of me marrying you. Finally realized that I was not crazy at all for saying I-knew-you-were-the-one the very first day I saw you. God created you for me. God sent you to me to fulfill your dreams through me. So S-M-I-L-E. Love has taken its position...ready, set, and go.