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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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Unknown

One day, a strange man rode in,  
with shadows stretched long in the dust.  
Eyes sharp, pulse quick, a quiet thrill—  
a stranger set loose on the hunt for a rush.  

She saw him, and I felt the shift,  
a pull that no words could quell.  
In that silent beat, something broke,  
a thread gone slack, untethered, fell.  

It wasn’t love, nor longing deep,  
but something raw, a hollow need,  
a taste for the unknown, the strange,  
a hunger—craving thrill, not peace.  

And there, beneath that sun-stained sky,  
I watched her slip beyond my reach,  
to chase a glimmered, fleeting high  
that I could never hope to keep.  

So she followed him, and I let her go,  
watched the dust settle down, alone.  
For in her eyes, I was just a shore—  
solid, safe, but not unknown.  

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