The Promise that Wilted

In the garden of trust, I planted hope,
Nurturing dreams under a sky once so kind.
But seasons changed, and petals fell,
Leaving the bloom of promises behind.

Your words once a gentle melody, now an echo,
A whisper of a chapter that took flight.
In the mirror of memories, I see my strength,
Even as tears trace the paths of endless night.

Yet now, the hurt you left behind lingers,
A shadow that makes trusting once more so hard to find.
Shaken from within, I tread carefully,
For the scars of yesterday still remind.

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In your arms, my heart finds its nest,
Eternally with you, I'll pass the test.

Hold me tight, and never let me fall,
Together, our love will stand tall.

Recolour me with your love's desire,
Be my husband, my heart's on fire.

Forevermore, I'll adore your love,
In your arms, sent from above.

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a beautifully chaotic harmony, where laughter and love drown out the noise, and forever stands, through every test of time.

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He wandered through others, lost in their shadows, while she stood as the light he never bothered to see.

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Beneath the moon's soft, silvery glow,
Your peaceful face, a sight I know,
An innocent child in slumber's grace,
Dreams dancing softly across your face.

I lie awake, my heart takes flight,
Lost in the beauty of this quiet night.
For in your stillness, love feels profound,
In your silent world, my soul is bound.

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My husband, my hero, with a heart so true,
The world never cherished the brilliance in you.
Betrayed and blamed, misunderstood pain,
Yet through the storms, your strength would remain.

Now, as your wifey, I vow to rewrite,
The tale of your life with love as our light.
I’ll be your shelter, your calm in the rain,
Together we’ll rise, no more sorrow, no strain.

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I stitched together
the fragments of your broken life,
only to watch you
trade the hands
that healed you for glittering illusions.

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The Unbroken Soul

The nights are heavy, and the silence screams,
Each tear a river carving through her face.
The world retreats into its fleeting dreams,
While she stands firm, though trembling in her place.

The pain cuts deep, a shadow in her chest,
Yet still she walks, though weary from the fight.
Life strikes again; it robs her of the rest,
But cannot steal the faintest spark of light.

She does not run; the hurt becomes her guide,
Each scar a map of battles she has braved.
Though bent and broken, something burns inside,
A fragile strength that whispers she is saved.

For every fall, she rises with tender flame,
An unbroken soul no torment can claim.

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Smart hard work beats pure smarts.

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Kind hearts > cute faces, every time

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