Planted in hearts, like a gentle seed,
Every soul longs for it, in thought and deed.
Amid the storms, it whispers low,
Carrying hope wherever we go.
Eternal light in a world so wide, peace walks quietly by our side.

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When Eyes Whispered First

In the hush of a thousand silent nights,
Your glance found me, like soft moonlight.
Not a word, yet I heard it all —
The rise, the fall, the silent call.
You moved like verses I’d longed to write,
A poem wrapped in sapphire twilight.
No script, no stage, no grand pretense,
Just hearts colliding — pure, intense.
If stories bloom where stares align,
Then let our tale begin with mine.
A look, a smile, a whispered tone,
Together, yet beautifully unknown.

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Romantic & Emotional:
"You mean everything to me."
"I’m so lucky to have you."
"My heart feels safe with you."
"You’re my favorite place to be."
"Life makes more sense with you in it."
"You complete the silence in my soul."
"Every moment with you feels like home."
"My world lights up when you’re around."
Poetic & Mystical:"Your presence feels like a prayer answered."
"You’re the rhythm my soul has been humming."
"Even in the silence, your name echoes within me."
"You are the calm in my chaos."
"If my soul could speak, it would whisper your name."
"You're my always in a world of maybes."
Soft & Subtle:
"I care about you more than you know."
"You make my heart smile."
"I feel at peace when I'm with you."
"You’re the reason behind my best days."
"I’d choose you, again and again."
"You matter — more than words can say."

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Filling life is not just breath and time,
It's laughter spilled like sweetened rhyme.
It’s waking up to morning light,
And chasing dreams that feel just right.
It’s in the hands we choose to hold,
In stories whispered, brave and bold.
In tears that cleanse, in love that stays,
In quiet nights and noisy days.
It’s in the seeds of hope we sow,
The kindness shared with those we know.
Filling life is heart and grace—
A soulful dance, a sacred space.

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We regret to inform you, the stars weren’t aligned,
Your dreams misplaced, your hopes declined.
Your voice, though trembling with tender grace,
Won’t echo here — not in this place.
Your heart spilled ink on every line,
But rules aren’t moved by truth or shine.
The door you knocked was never real,
It mirrored hope, but not the feel.
Your efforts burned through midnight's skin,
Yet gates stayed shut, and not within.
Not for lack of will or flame,
But for the silence — not your name.
Still, let this “no” be not the end,
But redirection round the bend.
A detour sign, not a defeat,
Another pulse beneath your beat.
We wish you well, with this decline —
A bitter sip of life’s design.
For those who fall and rise again
Write letters the world can’t contain.

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We regret to inform you, the stars weren’t aligned,
Your dreams misplaced, your hopes declined.
Your voice, though trembling with tender grace,
Won’t echo here — not in this place.
Your heart spilled ink on every line,
But rules aren’t moved by truth or shine.
The door you knocked was never real,
It mirrored hope, but not the feel.
Your efforts burned through midnight's skin,
Yet gates stayed shut, and not within.
Not for lack of will or flame,
But for the silence — not your name.
Still, let this “no” be not the end,
But redirection round the bend.
A detour sign, not a defeat,
Another pulse beneath your beat.
We wish you well, with this decline —
A bitter sip of life’s design.
For those who fall and rise again
Write letters the world can’t contain.

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Anger is that wildfire, fierce and wide,
It burns the calm where peace once lied.
A spark, a word — that's all it takes,
To turn the ground to ash and flakes.
It roars through heart and soul and mind,
Leaving compassion far behind.
It dances red with ruthless flame,
A beast unchained, it knows no name.
It scorches bridges built with care,
Turns love to smoke that clouds the air.
Regret walks close, in silence bound,
Where once was joy, now barren ground.
But douse the fire before it grows,
Let cooler winds of reason blow.
For though it rages hot and fast,
It need not be the flame that lasts.
Hold still, breathe deep, and let it pass,
Lest rage become your looking glass.
For anger’s fire can light or kill —
The hand that tames it bends the will.

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A mango fell while no one watched
It kissed the earth in hush and hush,
No eyes to see, no hands to catch,
Just nature’s grace in quiet rush.
Its golden skin in morning sun,
Lay on the ground, a story spun—
Of summer winds and branches high,
And fruit that ripened just to die.

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In silence vast, where stars are born,Through endless night and silver morn,
A canvas stretched with dreams and dust,
Where time stands still, and planets trust.
The galaxies dance in spiraled grace,
Each comet carves a glowing trace.
Black holes hum their haunting tune,
As nebulae bloom like cosmic rune.
No edges mark this velvet sea,
Yet echoes shape infinity.
A cradle once for fire and stone,
Now sings of life we’ve barely known.

Oh Space — you hold our wonder tight,
With mysteries wrapped in cold and light.
A timeless muse, both void and flame,
Forever calling out our name.

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Folded in the drawer’s quiet gloom,
A relic rests with threads of bloom.
Stitched in winters long since passed,
A comfort sewn, too warm to cast.
Faded blue, a sleeve undone,
It smells of campfires, snow, and sun.
A button missing, frays at seams,
But holds the weight of youthful dreams.
It knew the laughter, caught the tears,
Held on tight through fleeting years.
Each yarn a whisper, worn yet kind,
A keeper of the heart and mind.
You outgrew it—but still it stayed,
A memory that time can’t fade.
Not for fashion, not for show—
But for the love it came to know.
So when the chill returns again,
And winds howl songs across the pane,
I wear that sweater, worn and true—
And it feels just like I’m stitched to you.

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