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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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Waga

In a town where time swirled like a dance,
There lived a man named Waga, with a curious stance.
He'd chuckle and grin with a gleam in his eye,
For 'not now' was his favorite, no need to ask why.

When lovers would plan, with hearts all aflutter,
Waga would chime in, his voice like smooth butter:
"'Not now' is the best time," he'd say with a wink,
"For weddings are sweeter when on the brink."

He'd point to the stars, to the moon up above,
Claiming love's timing was part of its trove.
"No need for rush, nor haste in the air,
Let's savor the moment, with time to spare."

With wisdom disguised in a mischievous grin,
Waga's words carried weight, they'd sink right in.
For in the chaos of life's hurried race,
He found solace in 'not now's' gentle embrace.

So when bells rang out, and vows were recited,
Waga would smile, his heart ignited.
For in the end, as the sun gently set,
Love found its time, in a moment well met.

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