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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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I gave you my fire, my flickering flame,  
To shield you from cold, to carry your name.  
The nights I burned bright, though it hollowed me whole,  
I scorched my own spirit to warm your soul.  

I stitched all the cracks that your silence had torn,  
While my own heart lay weathered, battered, and worn.  
I stood in the storm, no umbrella in sight,  
Yet you danced in the rain, not caring my plight.  

Each ember I offered, you claimed as your right,  
Ignoring the ashes I hid from your sight.  
I bore the burden, I silenced my plea,  
But love's not a martyr; it longs to be free.  

Enough was enough—when I looked in the glass,  
And saw not a future, just remnants of past.  
No spark in my eyes, just the smoke of my pain,  
A man who was lost, set adrift in love’s name.  

So I let the fire die, and from its last glow,  
I rebuilt myself, from the embers below.  
No longer a pyre for another to take,  
I am learning to burn for my own heart’s sake.

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