"We just don't love because we love someone,
We love them for the way they exist,
the way they breathe, the way they simply are"

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Some people write with ink,
but you write with wonder.
You paint with words,
and your thoughts leave trails of light🤗

Your name fits you perfectly
Zeal isn’t just something you have,
it’s something you are.
You move through life with purpose,
with a heart full of fire
and a mind that sees stories in silence.


So today, I hope the universe wraps you
in all the magic you give to others💕
with moments that surprise you,
words that uplift you,
and love that grounds you.🥰😘

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If I have to define love
Presence of him is like daily sunrise
Absence of him is like daily sunset
Yet everything remains the same❤️💕

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Oh, my dear heart,
the one that's truly mine,
to whisper, "My heart is yours,"
feels like a betrayal to you.
Surrendering you to someone else
only leaves you bruised
worn by expectations and the weight of care.

Oh, my dear heart,
gifted by God, nestled within me,
I hold you with tender hands,
and you, in return,
fill me with happiness without needing a reason.

Oh, my dear heart,
how tirelessly you serve me every second ?
pumping blood through these veins,
delivering life,
carrying oxygen and hope,
while quietly sweeping away all that burdens me.

You are this loyal to me?
How could I ever give your place to someone else?
Wouldn’t that be the greatest unfairness?
People offer their hearts so easily,
forgetting the silent devotion beating within them,
while the heart asks for nothing,
but gives them life.

Oh, my dear heart,
how much pain you endure,
yet never once do you falter,
never once do you abandon your duty.

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One day I want to write
about imperfections
of the past in perfection.
One day I want to write
about bad memories into
good turned ones.
One day I want to eat an
imperfect dish in the perfect
way made by me,
One day i want to acknowledge
my past flaws with
today's good one.
One day i want to keep
my runny thoughts
into one truth,
Someday i want to run
with free mind.

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How do we do it? How do we wake up with the weight of yesterday still pressing on our chest and still choose to try again?But there's a strange kind of beauty in the way we keep moving, isn’t there?

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Once, it was just about finishing homework
before cartoons.
Now, it's about finishing
tasks before deadlines.
We never knew when
“Can I go out to play?”
turned into “I have too much to do.”

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He- sends his pic

She- i want your genes for my generation ( in applause)

He- i am all yours my lord.

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/Somewhere
in the
quiet
of the rain-

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