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Stu Harley Apr 1
When love opens the heart, a fortress once strong,
Cracks in the armor, where vulnerability throngs.
No longer a castle, so stoic and cold,
But a welcoming haven, a story untold.

Sunlight streams inward, dispelling the gloom,
Nurturing seeds of kindness, where passion may bloom.
Empathy blossoms, a garden so bright,
Compassion the rain, that makes love take flight.

Vulnerability's strength, a newfound courage,
Connection established, on sacred ground.
For when love opens the heart, a beautiful thing,
It lets the world in and allows itself to sing.
Stu Harley Apr 1
my heart feels
the
yearning of the pines
and
the
calling of
the
Shepard blue sky
at the crack of dawn
Stu Harley Apr 1
One light in my bedroom, a soft, gentle hum,
Cast a warm, honeyed glow, chasing shadows dumb.
Not harsh overhead, but a pool at my side,
Inviting a book, or a thought to confide.

The night holds its vastness, a canvas so deep,
But this little beacon, my solace to keep.
It flickers and dances, a friend in the dark,
Guiding my dreams as they rise like a spark.

In this quiet haven, bathed in golden light,
I find inspiration, to hold me through the night.
One light in my bedroom, a sanctuary made,
Where comfort and wonder, in gentle light, pervade.
Just one light in my bedroom
Stu Harley Apr 1
Love, listen closely, not just to the spoken,
But the silent whispers, the feelings unspoken.
The sigh in the evening, a tear on the cheek,
The space held between words, the things we can't speak.

Hear the rhythm of hearts, in a hand gently placed,
The comfort of silence, a fear gently erased.
In the space between breaths, a love undenied,
A language of glances, where spirits confide.

For love's truest message, transcends spoken sound,
In the depths of emotions, a connection is found.
So listen intently, with openness vast,
Love's whispers are precious, a treasure to last.
Love listen closely
Stu Harley Mar 31
when
the soul is all alone
death creeps in
like an angry stork
before
the
storm
Stu Harley Mar 31
Don't rush love's unfolding, a story untold,
Let feelings take root, 'neath patience of gold.
Like seeds in the darkness, for sunlight, they wait,
Love's blossom unfolds, in its perfect state.

Embrace the first tendrils, a shy, sweet hello,
Gentle discoveries, as emotions all grow.
Shared laughter and secrets, in whispers, confide,
A tapestry woven, where two souls reside.

For love's journey is precious, each step to explore,
The laughter and tears are what hearts yearn for.
So cherish the moments, let passion ignite,
Don't hurry the journey, in love's gentle light.
Stu Harley Mar 31
Love rushed from his heart, a relentless tide,
Swept him off balance, nowhere to hide.
A hurricane force, a drumming in his chest,
A yearning he couldn't suppress or arrest.

Was it her laughter, a melody bright?
Or a glance that ignited his spirit's light?
The world seemed to shimmer, bathed in a new sheen,
Love's wildfire blazed, a passionate scene.

Fear whispered caution, a voice ever shrewd,
But love's relentless current carried him through.
For in that wild rush, a truth came to view,
Love's a force to embrace, daring, and true.
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