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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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Luvinzu

Luvinzu spoke, a wisdom in his eyes,
"Let them miss you," a truth that gently lies.
He saw the hearts that grew complacent, blind,
To treasures held, a love they left behind.

"Always there," a comfort that could bind,
Yet absence paints a picture in the mind.
A space where value blooms, a longing starts,
And in that space, appreciation sparks.

For presence, constant, loses its sharp gleam,
Like sunlight's warmth, a constant, taken theme.
But absence whispers, "They were always there,"
And in that thought, a love beyond compare.

So let them miss you, Luvinzu's words so true,
For sometimes absence paints a love anew.

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