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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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She Longs To Be Free

She paints a life in soft-spun gold,  
A dream where love won’t lose its hold.  
She speaks of mornings, hand in hand,  
Of simple joys, a life well-planned.  

She whispers of a quiet home,  
Of love that never needs to roam.  
She swears that all she wants is me,  
But I can see—she longs to be free.  

Her eyes drift past the life she draws,  
A longing laced between her pause.  
She craves the world beyond our door,  
Yet tells herself she wants no more.  

No walls can hold a restless heart,  
No love can make her torn soul part.  
She wants this life—she swears it's true,  
But deep inside, she’s passing through.

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