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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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Do You Want Me To Stay?

In shadows cast by memories, Mugo stands,
Before Nasong'o, heart in trembling hands.
"Do you want me to stay?" he softly implores,
A question lingering, echoing through closed doors.

Nasong'o, with a future burgeoning within,
Her gaze, a mix of longing and chagrin.
"I don't know," she whispers, with a tear's soft flow,
"But I don't want you to go."

Their love, a tapestry woven and worn,
Yet echoes of passion, still faintly adorn.
Mugo, a seeker in the night's soft glow,
Asks the question that only time can bestow.

In the womb's quiet embrace, a whisper so small,
The unborn speaks to Nasong'o, a cautionary call.
"Don't fall in love," it softly implores,
A tale of life yet to unfold, as destiny explores.

Tiny fingers form in the depths of the dark,
A silent plea from the unborn, leaving its mark.
"Embrace the journey, but guard your heart,
For love's bittersweet dance, a delicate art."

In the echo of the amniotic sea's gentle flow,
A foetus's wisdom, a seed it seeks to sow.
"Don't be swayed by the enchanting song,
In love's turbulence, one may not stay strong."

Nasong'o, with life burgeoning within,
Listens to the unborn's counsel, a subtle din.
For in the dance of creation, a warning may hover,
"Don't fall in love again," whispers the unborn lover.

In the dance of uncertainty, emotions sway,
A chapter closes, another begins its play.
Mugo and Nasong'o, entwined in fate's ebb and flow,
A question asked, a journey yet to show.

As the belly swells with the promise of life,
The foetus weaves tales, cautioning against strife.
A poetic prelude to the world it will soon meet,
"Don't fall in love," a heartbeat's entreat.

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