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When the world is hushed and slow,   Your name inside begins to glow.   In quiet moments, soft and bright,   Love’s gentle whisper takes its flight.      It’s not a spark that fades away,   But a warm and steady ray-  A promise kept, a vow renewed,   A choice to love, forever true.      Not just words or fleeting sight,   But choosing you through day and night.   In busy times or peaceful rest,   To hold you close, I do my best.      When sun wakes up or stars appear,   I say again, I hold you near.   With every breath, with all my might,   I choose you still, with pure delight.      Love’s not a moment’s fleeting flame,   But a light that calls your name.   A gentle dance, a steady song,   To love you right where I belong.      Chosen, again and...

  In the quiet dawn of every new day, before the sun fully finds its place in the sky, love speaks not in thunder, not in urgency, but in a whisper strong enough to steady two trembling hearts. It is not a single spark that dazzles and disappears into memory. Not a passing tide that kisses the shore only to retreat. It is a quiet, steady flame  one we shelter with open hands when winds begin to rise. Love is not bound to fleeting feeling, nor chained to moments of ease. It is built slowly through patient healing, through tender words spoken in truth, through eyes that remain open even when tears gather. It grows roots deep in the soil of the soul - roots watered by forgiveness, strengthened by storms, proven by the days when staying would be easier to abandon. And yet it does not bind. It does not cage or command. It frees the heart, calms the mind, and invites us gently back through joy and pain alike. It blooms in ordinary grace in shared silences, in small smiles acros...

Your memories gleam - a lucid bright, Like honey held in tempered light; They rise within the hush of morn And gild the hours newly born. In silver currents, slow and deep, They thread the chambers where I sleep; They fill the chalice of my soul Beyond all boundary or control. They overflow the tender brim Into my heart’s receptive dim; A drop - then one more, soft and slow - Falls lighter than love’s undertow. And where they rest, they bloom and shine In petals steeped in amber wine; They linger on my waiting tongue Like sacred hymns still left unsung - A sweetness veiled, a secret fire, At once fulfillment and desire. My eyes grow heavy with their dew, As though they drink the shade of you; A quiet warmth begins to rise, A living flame behind my eyes. The world beyond may surge and roar Like restless tides along the shore, Yet here the air is hushed and sweet, With honeyed stillness at my feet. You are the salt, you are the bread, The silver thread through all I’ve led; Like ink that...

  I listened to the world’s loud call, Tried to fit within their wall, But in my heart, I knew the way- A quiet voice that guides my day.   No need to chase the fleeting praise, No need to shrink, to hide, or maze, I walk my path with gentle grace, A steady heart, a sacred space.   My worth is not in eyes that see, But in the love that lives in me, In truth that whispers soft and clear- My soul’s own song, my voice sincere.   Rain or shine, I stand my ground, In peace, my true self is found- Beauty blooms where honesty sings, This is my life, my choice, my wings.

In the vast arena of life’s endless race, Where dreams and realities interlace, A horse may gallop with relentless might, Its muscles coiled with strength, a blazing light.   Its heart burning toward the finish line- Yet victory’s not solely by instinct divine. For triumph does not lie in power alone, But in the guidance that shapes the throne.   It’s the rider’s hand, steady and wise, Guiding through both lows and highs, With decisions made in the moment’s grace, And reins of purpose held in place.   Strength alone cannot claim the prize, For skill is born of patience and wise eyes. In science, in arts, in all we pursue, It’s the mind’s imagination that breaks through.   Great experiences, like treasures stored, Shape the soul and strengthen the core, A rich mind, a world in bloom, Fosters creations that dispel the gloom.   The reins themselves are nothing but leather and thread; It is the wisdom that moves them- That makes them art ins...

 I rise from ash, with embers in my veins. I tread through dusk, where broken echoes fade. I stand composed before the circling storm. My heart burns bright flame through silent night. I walk through trial with measured breath and will. I face the surge of doubt that grips my chest. I keep my course when tempests howl and press. My soul stands firm stone against dark winds. I cast aside the weight of former shame. I break the clasp of chains long rusted fast. I lift my sight beyond the fractured past. My will stands steel strong, forged in flame. I move ahead, though thunder splits the sky. I press through grief that seeks to bend my frame. I rise anew from each resounding fall. My spirit stands tall, fierce and free. I claim my ground with undiminished voice. I shape my fate with deliberate hand. I hold my truth, though hostile tongues deride. My oath rings loud clear through the night. I stride through fire with steadfast inner calm. I bear the scars as emblems of my growth. I gu...