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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Embers of Hope: Healing a Bruised Heart

In shadows deep, a husband's heart did ache,
His faith in love, a bitter twist did take.
He asked of God, in whispers soft and low,
"Am I not worthy of an exception's glow?"

For God, they say, is all-powerful and grand,
No feat impossible, within His loving hand.
Yet life unfolds in ways we can't foresee,
And sometimes love's not what it seems to be.

His mentor's wisdom, stern and unswayed,
Echoed in his mind, like a haunting serenade.
"Enabling her infidelity," he'd been forewarned,
As tears welled up, like a storm unadorned.

The husband wept, his heart in tatters torn,
For once again, his trust had been forlorn.
In this tale of love, despair, and strife,
He questioned if he'd ever find true life.

But in his pain, he learned a truth profound,
That sometimes love's a labyrinth, tightly wound.
In every choice, a chance for grace to mend,
And healing may begin when wounds can mend.

For though his heart was heavy, bruised, and sore,
Hope flickered still, like embers on the floor.
In love's tangled web, he found his way,
To brighter skies, perhaps, another day.

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