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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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Outa

In the quiet of his mind, Outa ponders deep,
His thoughts like tangled vines, they twist and creep.
"How can a marriage sail through tempest gust,
With a husband wrestling with desire's lust?"

Through the corridors of doubt, his footsteps tread,
Seeking answers in the whispers left unsaid.
For love, a fragile bloom, must weather trust,
Yet temptation's siren call can turn it to dust.

He wrestles with the shadows, the demons within,
Knowing that fidelity is where true love begins.
Yet passion's flame, a fierce and wild thrust,
Can blind the heart to the bonds of sacred trust.

But in the silent chambers of his soul,
Outa finds the strength to make his spirit whole.
For love, a beacon bright, will guide and adjust,
As he learns to conquer cravings born of lust.

With honesty as his compass, and devotion his mast,
Outa steers his ship through the storms amassed.
For a marriage to endure, it must weather gust,
With a husband who confronts his struggles with lust.

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