#HeartWhispers

[senlair]

Heart shaped concrete

If words had power, buildings that never fall would have been built...

My words and thoughts have left no impact at all, but they have deeply wounded me.

If love had an impact, everything I never desired would have disappeared.

If I flew away today and traveled to all corners of the world,would any wind blow to remind the earth that I once stood on it?Do I own it?

Would the movement of the clouds toward your window, blocking your view, affect how your day goes?

All the buildings in my country are old and worn out; I've lived in them for twenty-two years.

Yet every word I spoke held a lofty meaning.

A weak earthquake can kill me and bring down the building.

What your love did to me is sinful and unjust.

I cannot hate you, love you, or forget you.

I don't know why I loved you.

I don't know why my winds blew in your direction.

You are an old, worn-out building, not even from my city,but you brightened my eyes that were not yet withered, though they are now.

I love the smell of jasmine in the early morning.

I love the smell of coffee and wet earth; I love every beautiful scent,but I hate the beautiful smells that remind me of you.

I hate your scent a lot, your scent is like the stench of the sea,like the smell of freshly baked bread,and the scent of reckless teenagers, as if you were all of this...When I first fell for you,Are you today a man I can rely on?Are you the same person I loved ?I don't really know because it's been six months since I last spoke to you...

I know you change a lot as the weather around you changes.

You heat up with the heat and cool down with the cold,but sometimes you are all the seasons at once...Your scent is the scent of my old perfume, and your looks are filled with disappointment.

I miss you most of the time,miss the you who made an effort to speak my language...

Then everything ended.

Now I only hear your loud voice as i write on my wet papers...and I get chills every time, feel discomfort,then feel love a few seconds later...

What did I do to love someone so far from me, yet so close to my heart like the soul and heartbeat...

Even when I stand before you and feel your anxiety,you are always above me and always avoid me.

You make me feel terrible for loving you,and also pour your anger on me for loving me...As if I'm the only one to blame that this happened

.But the truth is, no one is to blame; if you want to blame someone,blame the hearts.Or blame the Lord of hearts.

I left your matter to the Lord of your heart...If the Lord of hearts wants me to love you, I accept that; hate yourself for it or love it.

I love myself, whether I love you or not.

This is my fate in life,my soul has been roasted as it loves you,and I think I'm just a toy to you.

I want to see you all the time in front of me, I feel a strange euphoria when you are around me.

I love to see you do what you do even when I'm far from you and not involved in it.

My illness might be completely healed by your calmness.

I love to see you write,I love to see you speak or talk passionately...

If your worn-out building fell and the stench of the sea disappeared,if the teenagers ate all the freshly baked bread,I think I wouldn't stop loving seeing you around me.

I remember when you told me your life is empty without me; my life isn't mine without you.

My share of peace in this life is you...Your smile is my sunshine on a Friday morning.

The sparkle in your eyes is the anxiety that has become my only proof of existence.

The shine of your hair is my loud laughter, and your arrogant personality are the pillars of the buildings I built.

[solaura-wild-santosha]

🌙 In the quiet of the night, amidst the hushed symphony of stars, listen to the whispers of your heart. It's within these sacred moments that the universe unveils its cosmic secrets. 🌠💖 Allow the stillness to cradle your soul, as the mysteries of existence gently unfold. Embrace the profound connection between your inner world and the cosmic dance of the universe. 🌌✨ Let the whispers guide you to a deeper understanding of your purpose and the magic woven into the fabric of your being. 💫

[duzguncocuk]

Listen to your intuition and the quiet promptings of your heart. ~Bryant McGill

Open your heart to the whispers of your intuition and embrace the profound guidance it offers.

[romantic-poem]

Echoes of a Distant Heart

Whispers of hope, like shadows in the fog, Crimson threads weave through an emerald sky, Yearning for laughter, yet drowning in sorrow, Time dances, a fickle lover's sigh. Heartbreak blooms, a flower with thorns, Each petal a memory—bitter, sweet, torn. Distance embraces, yet intimacy lingers, Hands grasp at air, like fleeting singers. Rage ignites, a firestorm in the chest, While nostalgia cradles, a lover's jest. Forgiveness is a river that flows uphill, Where dreams collide, and silence can kill. A paradox of light in a cavern of night, Unrequited desire twirls out of sight. Every glance, a chasm, every smile, a knife, Beneath the surface, a tempest of life. Connection fractures, yet promises gleam, In the tapestry woven from a shared dream. From ashes of anger, a phoenix ascends, Ending where beginnings twist, and love bends.

[etheric-echoes]

Those who truly see you don't require your eloquence. They've mastered the vocabulary of your silence, fluent in what you cannot bring yourself to say. Your pauses speak volumes to them— the hesitation before answering, the averted gaze that reveals more than a thousand carefully chosen words. They perceive the subtle shift in your posture, the unspoken weight behind your smile, reading you like a text written in invisible ink, revealed only to those who know how to look. You've spent years perfecting your speech, crafting explanations and justifications, only to discover your truest connection exists in the spaces between sentences. This is intimacy's highest form— to be understood without declaration, to be known through the language of absence, where meaning resides not in sound but in recognition. With them, your silence isn't emptiness but a different kind of fullness— the unspoken dialogue of souls who need no translation to understand each other. -Etheric Echoes Art: Etheric Echoes #UnspokenLove #SoulConnection #IntimatePoetry #SilentLanguage #HeartWhispers #SoulfulPoems

[soumyav]

The Rumble

There's a rumble inside the heartWhispers of being owned Words of hopeOr silence in chaos Till the core.It seems new,the old placeWalls appear strange There's a sudden shift of taleTies and bonds get to manipulate.The humdrum of noisesCan't quieten the beatsWhile inside it is knownNothing can suffice the truth of being.Conversations or a cup of teaa hello to hearthese are mere wordswithout tones…

[shopmimimiller]

When Destiny Ignites: Love at First Sight

Ever wondered about the magic that makes your heart race in just a fraction of a second? That's the spell of love at first sight, a phenomenon where words become the messengers of instant affection. 🌟💘

The Essence of Instant Love

Love at first sight quotes are those magical words that encapsulate the whirlwind of emotions felt when two souls connect instantly. Whether it's a poetic declaration, a humorous remark, or a simple expression of wonder, these quotes speak to the heart's sudden leap of joy. 💌

A Touch of Humor

Imagine bumping into your destiny while picking up coffee or during a clumsy puppy rescue. Funny love at first sight quotes celebrate these serendipitous moments with a blend of wit and whimsy, proving that love's arrow can strike in the most unexpected ways. 😄❤️

Discover more about the enchanting world of love at first sight and let your heart be captivated. Learn more: https://shopmimimiller.com/love-at-first-sight-quotes.html

#LoveAtFirstSight #Destiny #HeartWhispers 💕✨

[nedsecondline]

मान लो / Assume

मान लो / Assume I write what my heartwhispers to me,but whateveryour heart likes,assume that the sameis intended for you… –Kaushal Kishore

[nadensblog]

𝓜𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

Hi!!! Im new in Tumblr, and I downloaded this app for me to write what I really wanted to. I wanted to write so much but I'm afraid to do so. However this very day is a turning point of my life and made a decision.

I will write everything my heart whispers to me.

[aliyahsadventures]

Bali’s been calling...I finally picked up the phone. I’ll wait till it gets so cold here I can’t stand it though ;) Where does your heart want to go?? #heartwhispers #selflovesunday . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #ticketbooked #balibaby #spiritual #mecca #ecstaticdance #soulfood #yogafordays #soulparty #divein #onelifetolive #followyourheart #listenclosely #ridethewave #danceinthetreetops #findthemagic #bookitnow #chooseyouradventure #getcrazy #wildandfree (at Toronto, Ontario)

[suziecheel]

Have you opened your heart to love today? #lovebomb #lovequotes #heartwhispers #poweroflove

[therosethatbled]

That Night

I will never forget the astonishment I felt after looking into forever. The quiet and yet busy night, feeling the wind caress my face with the warm brush of each of the gust’s fingers frolicking around it and dancing with my hair. Never have I felt so alone and yet so sought after, being flooded with company along with nothing but my thoughts and wishes in the vast open sky above me leading towards the heavens. I failed to see anyone around or in sight, but the glistening, twinkling, blinking eyes in the darkness made me feel like the world could see me drop that immeasurable feeling of loneliness. Watching the clouds rolling along on that pitch black canvas grew my state of mind into peace, so much that I wasn’t only weightless, I merged with the wind and became one leaving the sand below me the soft cold sand having only footsteps left of my past existence and becoming the force that held up everyone’s world.being mesmerized by the warm, flickering,frolicking and dancing touch that was like an unspoken secret love that soon turned from touching to holding. A sharp, bitter, icy kiss catches my attention and pulls me out of my trance and Rose my skin from its normal state with hairs standing on end and goosebumps surrounding my whole body. Lovingly cracking a smile whilst gazing into the never ending abyss that has become the fusing of sky and ocean, no beginning or end to tell of. The glimmering reflection of the sky’s millions of winking, twinkling. eyes makes me feel no fear but a sense safety and wonder growing by the minute, as if reminiscing with the moon all those nights illuminating my path evading the lead to pure darkness so I won’t be afraid as well as concealing my sorrow by hiding my tears from showing so the world won’t see or hear me. With every phase of the passing moon had it’s like we watched each other grow, I listen to the rolling, crashing call of the waves, with its soothing voice it draws me closer and closer, with an almost lifting motion, like a trio of sirens luring ships in to their doom in the cimmerian shade that is the night. Suddenly feeling the piercing, cold, sharp bite of the ocean water with a numbing nibbling sensation growing into a dull pain up my legs ever so slowly. The rush of feeling the tides bring as if attempting to cradle my body in its midst, the feeling of the ocean spray as it feels like an invitation into an illimitable, unbounded, deep plunge into the unknown. Penetrating a different realm where the water is no longer an ocean, but a plain of thought and non existence, my body takes the needles’ stinging, acrimonious short lived pain while it adjusts and adapts to its feeling as a sign of compliance to the manifestation that has become this body of life where anything is possible. Springing out from the depths of twilight, I fill my lungs with a deep breath not knowing how long My breath was held beneath the exteriority, I laugh the vivaciously, cheerfully, wholeheartedly before realizing my true loneliness on the inside. This whole time only talking to, conversing, confiding and sharing my deepest thoughts about my feelings in life along with my secret desires to both a pale, motionless, unresponsive, thoughtless bal.....beautiful, illuminating, immaculate, vibrantly gleaming face and millions upon millions of of eyes that can’t hear me leaving me wishing they could to feel what I feel to see as I see. Yet if they could, what would they say?

[missveganbanana]

💫Mind vs Heart ❤️ Entre les deux mon coeur balance... 🙃#hearttalks #heartwhispers #comfortzone #challenge #takechances

[romantic-poem]

Echoes of Forgiveness in a Jealous Heart

Whispers of betrayal, wrapped in velvet night, yearning glances turned to daggers, sharp and bright. Love, a mirage on a cracked desert floor, where hope waltzes with shadows, longing for more. Yet joy blooms in the cracks of this bitter earth, like laughter buried deep in the ashes of worth. A symphony of memories, each note a caress, as rage dances freely, clad in love's sweet dress. In the garden of regret, where roses bleed blue, petals of intimacy drift, kissed by the dew. Distance, a paradox, wraps around the soul, binding hearts in the silence, making them whole. Forgiveness, a tempest, in a teacup of dreams, where the heartstrings unravel, bursting at the seams. Watch as the sun sets, painting skies with despair, while joy and sorrow collide, twirling in the air.

[etheric-echoes]

Longing is the silent echo of the soul, a whisper that lingers in the spaces between what is and what could be. It is the ache for something just out of reach, a yearning that tugs at the heart with both sweetness and sorrow. To long is to be human, to feel the weight of absence and the hope of presence intertwined. It is the empty chair at the table, the voice you can no longer hear, the touch you can no longer feel. It is the memory of a moment so vivid it feels like it could be relived, yet so distant it seems like a dream. Longing is the shadow of love, the reminder that what we once held dear still lives within us, even if it exists only in the realm of memory. But longing is not just a wound; it is also a compass. It points us toward what we value most, what we cherish, what we cannot live without. It is the quiet insistence that there is more to life than the present moment, that there are depths of connection and meaning waiting to be discovered. In its essence, longing is a testament to our capacity to love deeply, to hope fiercely, and to dream endlessly. It is the bittersweet melody of the human heart, a song that speaks of both loss and possibility. It reminds us that we are alive, that we are capable of feeling, of yearning, of reaching for something greater than ourselves. And so, we carry our longings with us, like treasures and burdens all at once. They shape us, define us, and propel us forward. For in the ache of longing, we find the beauty of what it means to be human—to love, to lose, and to keep searching for the light. -Etheric Echoes Art: Etheric Echoes #SoulfulReflections #BitterweetLonging #HeartWhispers #EthericEchoes #EmotionalDepth #SoulSearching

[abeshnie-blog]

Caught up in The Fellowship. #retreat #heartwhispers #alwaysclose #melodiousglances (at JH Ranch)