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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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Set Free

True service flows from a heart set free,  
Not bound by duty, but love’s decree.  
A kindness given, a hand held tight,  
A spark of warmth in the coldest night.  

It asks no gold, no grand display,  
Yet lights the dark along the way.  
A whisper soft, a burden shared,  
A silent proof that someone cared.  

Not weighed by measure, nor time nor cost,  
For love gives all and counts no loss.  
To serve is not to bow nor bend,  
But to uplift, to heal, to mend.  

In simple acts, love finds its voice,  
A gift unforced, a willing choice.  
For service true is never forced—  
It blooms from love, its purest source.

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