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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.

Waringa

In shadows cast by moonlight's gentle gleam,
Waringa spoke, her heart a cautious dream.
To her man, she whispered, a plea sincere,
"I fear words might stir storms we both could fear.

Not a siren's call, nor deceitful art,
I tread lightly, guarding this fragile heart.
Baited not by folly, nor reckless fate,
In love's delicate dance, I hesitate.

For in the quiet echoes of our shared trust,
I weave my words, a tender, mindful thrust.
"I don't wanna be baited," she softly sighed,
Into a sea of truth, their love shall guide.

A dance of words, in shadows' embrace,
Waringa sought grace, not a perilous chase.
To shield the flame that kindled their fate,
A love unspoken, yet undeniably great.

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