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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.

Majoreni

In Majoreni's sun-baked heart, where palms sway in the breeze,
Lived Baya, with a fire in his soul, a message on his knees.
His voice, a weathered drumroll, spoke of women and their plight,
"A wife unloved," he'd often say, "casts shadows in the night."

For Baya knew, a happy wife, was fertile ground for love,
Where children bloomed like morning glories, kissed by heaven above.
"A messed-up wife," he'd say again, "is a burden on the soul,
A fractured well, where love runs dry, leaving children out of control."

He preached of husbands, duty-bound, to cherish and adore,
To fan the flames of tenderness, and plead for something more.
"The greatest gift a father gives," his voice would firmly boom,
"Is not a roof, nor clothes, nor bread, but love within the room."

For love, he claimed, was lifeblood true, that coursed through wife and child,
A father's strength, a mother's song, a bond that ran wild.
"So let your wife be sunbeam bright, and laughter fill your days,
For love that lights a mother's heart, on children brightly plays."

Through Majoreni's dusty lanes, his words like proverbs spread,
A challenge to the hearts of men, a love for wives unsaid.
And maybe, just maybe, as the message took its hold,
A tapestry of love's embrace, in homes both young and old. 

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