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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.

Grudge Held Tight

Hate stirs the winds, a restless gale,
Spreading trouble, its venomous trail.
Whispers of discord, shadows that grow,
Fanning flames where peace should glow.

But love, a balm, so tender and wise,
Sees beyond the hurt, beneath the guise.
It overlooks, it mends, it forgives,
Breathing life into hearts, so love truly lives.

No tally kept, no grudge held tight,
Love shines steady, a guiding light.
Though hate may roar and shake the skies,
Love endures, and never dies.

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