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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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Losing Form

I thought loyalty was the anchor,  
A steady hold in the storm.  
Yet it shifted like the tides,  
Changing shape, losing form.  

Her words once wrapped in promise,  
Now echo, hollow and bare.  
A love I thought eternal,  
Dissolved into thin air.  

Was it love, or just a need?  
A fleeting spark to warm the night?  
Once her needs found other flames,  
Her heart took flight.  

But still, I hold no anger,  
Just the ache of lessons learned.  
Loyalty’s a fragile fire—  
Not given, but earned.  

So I let her memory linger,  
A shadow soft and dim.  
For though she strayed from the harbor,  
I’ll find my strength within.

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