There are
7 different types
of love
elaborated by
the heart's
7 different
beats, decoding
7 different languages
that the mind
meddles with

Your steadfast love

Your steadfast love O Lord never ceases to amaze me
My mind is in a state of awe at the vastness of your love
The vastness of your love could cover mountains at just a
Thought from you

If I were to count the amount of love you have for your children it would outnumber the stars and outweigh the grains of sand.

Just to think that your love existed before we came to be
If all your love was revealed, if all creation declared it if all nature proclaimed it, the oceans would drown in your love for your love is far deeper and your love is wider than the sky, for the sky is but a mere breath in comparison to your love.

Therefore, it is more magnificent than a mountain waterfall and furthermore. it never runs out. Yet it is always contained in your hand and freely poured out.

Hearts shout for joy with even a touch of your love for your love is warmer than a summer day.
Your love is steadfast and is a fortress forever to those who place their trust in you.

No matter what we do or say,
I’ll be here for you any day.

No matter how our paths may part,
You’ll always be within my Heart.

And though my words are not top-dressed,
They’ll wish for you the very best.

No matter Red or Gold or the midst of Blue,
My Love will always be with you.

And no matter how weak my voice may sound,
We’ll meet with clarity on the Higher Ground.

there is a
need
within us all
to find
our little place
in the world;
to find
what or who
we are

to fit
to find
to be

loved

to find
a peace
within
...
peace
with all that we
were
all that we
are
all that we will
become
...
and the longer
the need to know
whispers in my ear
"are we there yet?"

the more i have come
to realise
it doesn't have to be
one place
one person
one moment
in time
that is mine

because peace
makes itself
manifest

when we
simply give
of ourselves

to every one
every
where

all ways

agape

He felt the scars up and down her arm
with the tip of his index finger.
Tracing ever indentation that was left by a blade.
“Why did you do it?”
he asked.
She sighed and answered
“Because I had to.”
His brows furrowed not understanding
how she possibly had to do this to herself.
“I did it to control the pain.”
He trailed kisses from her wrist up to her neck,
“I still love you,”
he said enclosing her in his arms.