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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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Incomplete

Desire whispers softly, dreams take their seat,  
A spark in the soul, yet the fire incomplete.  
The heart may yearn, the mind may aspire,  
But stagnant hope cannot stoke the fire.  

Ambition wears the armor of toil,  
It thrives on sweat, not idle soil.  
Each step taken, a stone in the stream,  
Turning mere wishes into the gleam.  

Desire may paint the canvas of thought,  
But action carves the masterpiece sought.  
For hands that labor, and feet that stride,  
Transform the longing that burns inside.  

In the realm where success is born,  
Dreams are fleeting, easily torn.  
Yet action builds the bridge we cross,  
Through fields of effort, through gain and loss.  

So let desire be the seed you sow,  
But action the river where ambitions flow.  
For it’s not the dream, nor the flame you’ve lit,  
But the steps you take that make you fit.

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