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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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Silent Days

A man who stumbles, lost in need,  
Chasing love before he leads.  
Empty pockets, weary soul,  
Seeking warmth to make him whole.  

Yet strength is forged in silent days,  
Not in fleeting lover’s gaze.  
A wiser man will stand alone,  
Till he builds a solid throne.  

Mind in focus, body primed,  
Wealth and wisdom well-aligned.  
Not for show, nor fleeting fame,  
But for mastery of the game.  

He walks unseen, a ghost in flight,  
Grinding hard through endless nights.  
No distractions, no retreat,  
Till he rises, whole—complete.  

Then from silence, he will speak,  
Not as one who's lost and weak,  
But as a man who faced the test—  
And earned his power, earned his rest.

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