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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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A Mother's Love

A mother's love, both fierce and warm,  
A shelter from life's fiercest storm.  
It shields us when the winds grow cold,  
With hands so gentle, arms so bold.  

But love so deep, so wild, so pure,  
Can sometimes make the lines obscure.  
She'll overlook the cracks and seams,  
And see us only through her dreams.  

Her heart, a lantern in the night,  
Can blind her to what's out of sight.  
In wanting to protect and guide,  
She may not see the tears we hide.  

For in her eyes, we wear no scars,  
We're perfect as the evening stars.  
Yet in that gaze, we long to be  
The person she might fail to see.  

A mother's love, though blind at times,  
Is written in the softest rhymes.  
And though it shields, it must let go,  
To let us bloom and learn to grow.

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