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In the realm of your loving arms, I find my sanctuary,
A haven where the world's din and chaos flee,
I don't care about the whispers of the crowd,
For with you, my love, my heart is proud.
As long as you love me, babe, I'm free,
Everything else is but a story, lost in the sea,
Of your tender touch, your gentle care,
All else disappears, and I'm left with you, bare.
It's not the gold that shines, nor the hue of your skin,
Nor the attire that adorns you, my love within,
It's the way you make me feel, the warmth of your heart,
That draws me in, and never lets me part.
With you, I'm home, in every sense of the word,
A place where love resides, and my soul is stirred,
I don't care what others say, or the path we may take,
As long as I'm with you, our love will never break.
Even in the lion's den, or the darkest of pits,
With you by my side, I'd brave the fiercest of hits,
Under the bridge, or in the stormy night,
With you, my love, I'd find the light.
All I want is to be your man, to stand by your side,
To hold your hand, and ride life's tide,
You're everything I've ever needed, my guiding star,
The secret I hide, the passion that's near and far.
Even if the world goes against me, I'd face the test,
Knowing you're there, my love, I'd find my best,
In your eyes, my heart finds a home,
With you, my love, I am never alone.
You're the melody that soothes my soul,
The rhythm that makes my heart whole,
You're the missing piece that makes me complete,
With you, my love, my heart skips a beat.
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With measured words, he speaks his mind,
A sage and thoughtful leader, one of a kind.
He listens deeply, with ears that hear,
Not to respond, but to understand, and calm the fear.
His vocabulary is sparse, yet rich in meaning,
Three words suffice: "yes" or "no", his heart keeps beating.
He stands by principle, unwavering and strong,
No mere yes-man, he speaks truth, right where he belongs.
With gentle hands, he guides, he teaches, and leads,
By example, he shows the path, where wisdom proceeds.
He respects his family, with love and with care,
Supporting his children, and his wife, with a love that's fair.
A defender of what's right, he stands tall and true,
Unwavering in his convictions, through all he'll do.
He doesn't crave acceptance, nor validation from the crowd,
His self-worth rooted deep, in values that he's proud.
He keeps his head above the noise, a steady hand,
A rock of wisdom, in a world that's often lost in sand.
He doesn't gossip, nor engage in petty strife,
But speaks with facts, and stands for truth, for life.
He's a man of integrity, with a heart that's pure,
A leader who inspires, with a spirit that's sure.
He's not swayed by emotions, nor driven by desire,
But guided by reason, and a sense of what's right and true, he aspires.
He's a protector, a provider, a guiding light,
A safe haven in the storm, a beacon in the night.
He's a man of honor, with a word that's his bond,
A promise kept, a commitment strong.
He's a wise and noble soul, with a heart that's kind,
A leader who serves, with a spirit that's aligned.
He's not seeking power, nor wealth, nor fame,
But living with purpose, with a sense of what's truly gained.
He's a man of wisdom, a leader, a guide,
A beacon of hope, in a world that's often lost inside.
He teaches by example, with a heart that's pure,
A wise and noble soul, forever secure.
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I yearn to walk the path that leads to eternal bliss,
To live a life that pleases You, and brings joy to all I miss.
I'm uncertain of my way, of the choices I make,
But I seek Your guidance, Your wisdom, for Your sake.
Renew me, dear Father, renew my heart and mind,
That I may reflect Your love, and be a blessing to all mankind.
Let my life be a testament, to Your goodness and might,
A beacon of hope, in the darkness of night.
May my smile bring joy, to those who are worn,
May my words bring comfort, to those who are forlorn.
Let me be a door, to those who are lost,
A bridge to the less privileged, a source of hope, no matter the cost.
Correct me when I'm wrong, and answer my prayers,
Protect me from harm, and calm my deepest fears.
Help me to live according to Your will,
To walk in humility, and to love with a heart that's still.
Teach me to apologize, to say sorry with grace,
To be humble and loving, in every step I take.
Let others see You, through the way I live,
A reflection of Your love, a life that gives.
Remove from me, the spirit of anger and hate,
The lust and the greed, that would separate.
Purify my heart, and make me white as snow,
That I may shine with Your love, and let Your glory show.
Grant me wisdom, and Your knowledge divine,
Open my eyes, that I may see beyond the physical line.
Help me to love my neighbor, my brother, and all I meet,
To treat them with kindness, and to respect their seat.
May my life be an example, of Your love and might,
A testament to Your goodness, shining bright in the night.
I pray for Your guidance, Your protection, and Your grace,
To live a life that honors You, in every step I take, in every place.
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In the realm of the heart, where emotions entwine,
True Love resides, a flame that burns divine,
Not fueled by gold or silver, nor by wealth's fleeting gleam,
For when the riches fade, the love remains, a love supreme.
It's not the beauty that we see, the external charm,
The hair, the skin, the body, that disarms,
For beauty's fleeting, like a sunset's hue,
And when it fades, the love that's true, shines through.
It's not the gains we seek, the material might,
But what we build together, in love's pure light,
A bond that's strong, a connection deep,
A love that's rooted, in the soul's dark keep.
True Love's not about the clothes we wear,
The brands, the labels, the external air,
It's about the love we share, the respect we give,
The appreciation, the joy, that in each other's eyes, we live.
In a world where relationships crumble and fall,
Due to the weight of materialism's thrall,
We forget that love's not about what we have,
But about the love we share, the bond we crave.
The one who loves you, loves you for who you are,
Not for the makeup, the powder, the hair,
They see beyond the external, to the heart's core,
And love you deeply, forevermore.
True Love's about finding yourself in another's eyes,
Being one, in heart, in soul, in sighs,
A deep connection, a love that's real,
A bond that's forged, in the fire of love's reveal.
This kind of love, this kind of relationship,
Comes from above, a gift of God's benevolence,
A love that's pure, that's kind, that's true,
A love that's rooted, in the heart, anew.
So let us seek this love, this love divine,
A love that's not of this world, but of a love that's truly mine,
A love that's rooted, in the heart's deepest core,
A love that's true, a love that will forever roar.
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In the labyrinthine corridors of my mind, a dichotomous dialogue unfolds,
A perpetual pendulum of doubt, that oscillates between certitude and uncertainty's darkening folds.
A litany of lost opportunities, a catalog of unfulfilled desires,
Echoes through my consciousness, a haunting refrain that fuels my deepest fires.
The specter of indecision looms, a constant companion that besets my every stride,
A nagging voice that whispers "maybe" in my ear, a siren's call that beckons me to step aside.
Maybe I will, maybe I won't, the mantra of my mind's vacillation,
A maddening merry-go-round of doubt, that leaves me breathless, lost in hesitation.
At the threshold of success, I stand, a hesitant traveler, poised between two worlds,
Torn between the promise of fulfillment, and the fear of uncertainty's unfurled.
The door of opportunity ajar, a tantalizing glimpse of what could be,
Yet, the weight of doubt holds me back, a prisoner of my own indecisiveness, I am unable to break free.
In this liminal space, I dwell, a traveler in the twilight zone,
Torn between the push of ambition, and the pull of doubt's seductive moan.
Maybe, maybe not, the refrain continues, a maddening cycle of indecision,
A labyrinth of mirrors, where reflections stare, and the path ahead remains obscure, undefined, and without clear vision.
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Oh, Yah, shield my heart with Your divine might
Grant me a heart like Yours, where love shines bright
A heart that's not hardened, but tender and true
A heart that loves without bounds, and forgives anew
A heart that cares for others, and gives with an open hand
A heart that's selfless, and understands the plight of the land
I yearn to love my enemies, and pray for those who despise
To extend compassion to those who hate, and bring them to Your loving eyes
I aspire to be a voice for the voiceless, a refuge for the weak
To stand for justice, and to speak for those who cannot seek
I want to embody kindness, and represent You well
A clean heart, where love resides, and Your spirit dwells
Protect my heart, dear Yah, from the world's decay
Keep it pure, and full of love, come what may
Help me to be a beacon, of hope and light
A good person, who makes others happy, and feels their delight
May my heart be a sanctuary, where love and kindness thrive
A place where Your presence dwells, and Your spirit survives
I want to be a blessing, to those around me
A reflection of Your love, in all that I see
Oh, Yah, protect my heart, and keep it pure and true
Filled with love, and compassion, for me and for You.
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In the realm of love, where hearts entwine,
You and I, my love, reign supreme, divine.
Like Roshani and Siddharth, our love will shine,
A bond so strong, a love that's truly sublime.
We're the King and Queen of Hearts, a love so true,
Our hearts beating as one, our love forever new.
Like Romeo and Juliet, our love will stand the test,
A flame that burns so bright, a love that's forever best.
Our love is the stuff of legend, a tale so fine,
A love that's known by all, a love that's truly divine.
Like Orpheus and Eurydice, our love will conquer all,
A love that's strong, a love that will forever enthrall.
In your eyes, my love, I see a love so true,
A love that shines like gold, a love that's forever new.
With every breath, I'll love you till the end of time,
Forever and always, my love, my heart, my rhyme.
Our love is a symphony, a harmony so sweet,
A love that's played on the strings of our hearts, a love that can't be beat.
Like Shah Jahan and Mumtaz, our love will be eternal,
A love that's carved in history, a love that's truly celestial.
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Your days commence in lamentation, tears cascading down your cheeks like autumn's relentless rain. The weight of abandonment settles upon your shoulders, a crushing burden that threatens to consume your every waking moment. Every endeavor, every dream, every aspiration seems to wither and perish beneath your touch, leaving naught but the bitter taste of despair.
Fatigue, that insidious thief, steals away your vitality, leaving you a hollow shell of your former self. Your smile, once a radiant beacon of joy, now serves as a fragile facade, a desperate attempt to conceal the anguish that ravages your soul. Your heart, once a pristine and unblemished canvas, now bears the scars of a thousand sorrows, a topography of pain etched upon its surface.
In the depths of your despair, it seems as though the very fabric of your existence has been rent asunder. The ghosts of past failures haunt you, their mournful whispers taunting you with the cruel suggestion that you are naught but a failure, a mere shadow of your former self.
Yet, even in the midst of such unrelenting turmoil, there exists a glimmer of hope, a beacon of light that pierces the darkness. For it is in the darkest recesses of our souls that we discover the resilience of the human spirit. It is there that we find the strength to rise, to persevere, and to overcome.
Thus, let this be your mantra, your rallying cry in the face of adversity: "Fall down seven times, rise eight." For as long as the spark of life remains within you, there exists a boundless potential for redemption, for forgiveness, and for renewal.
Look to the heavens, dear soul, and know that the Most High listens, ever attentive to the whispers of your heart. Cast your cares upon the winds of prayer, and trust that the universe shall conspire to bring your deepest desires to fruition.
The boundaries of your existence are not defined by the limitations of your imagination. The sky, once thought to be the pinnacle of human aspiration, is naught but a stepping stone, a mere precursor to the infinite possibilities that lie beyond.
Inch by inch, step by step, you shall rise, your spirit unbroken, your heart unshaken. You shall ascend like dust, borne aloft on the wings of hope. You shall blow like the wind, your presence felt throughout the land. And you shall shine like a star, your radiance illuminating the darkness, guiding others along the path of perseverance and triumph.
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In youthful bloom, I once did shine,
A beauty radiant, a heart so divine.
My laughter echoed, my smile so bright,
A joyous spirit, a love so light.
But time and life, they took their toll,
And changes came, my form began to unfold.
The mirror reflects a different face,
A woman worn, with a weary pace.
Your words, they cut, a painful sting,
"You've changed," you said, "and my love does cling
To memories of what once was, not what's now."
My heart aches, torn between love and doubt.
I search for answers, in the eyes of time,
For a love that's true, that's not just a crime.
I ask you, dear one, to see beyond,
To the beauty that time cannot wither or fond.
Take me to places unknown, dress me in finest attire,
And test my heart, for true beauty's not just a desire.
Let me show you, through the trials and strife,
That my love for you, is a love for life.
For though my outer form may fade and wear,
My inner self, my love, remains, and that's what truly matters there.
I'd walk the path of self-love, of growth and of might,
To show you, dear one, that true beauty shines from within, day and night.
In the silence, I hear a voice,
A whisper of hope, a heartfelt choice.
To love myself, to love you true,
To find the beauty, that's been hiding in you.
I'll rise above, the doubts and fears,
And find my strength, through all my tears.
I'll be the woman, that you once adored,
Not just a face, but a heart that's explored.
So let us journey, through life's unknown,
Together forever, our love will grow.
For I am yours, and you are mine,
Forever entwined, in this love divine.
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In the depths of my soul, You know me intimately,
A love so pure, so unfettered, it transcends mortality,
Unwavering and unrelenting, Your affection stands the test,
A boundless, fathomless love, that forever shall find rest.
When I stumble, and my heart is heavy with shame,
You forgive, and with compassion, You whisper my name,
In the darkness, You are my beacon, my guiding light,
A shelter from life's tempests, where I take flight.
Your protection is my solace, my refuge, and my strength,
A bulwark against the trials, that seek to length,
You see beyond my frailties, and love me just the same,
A love that's not conditional, but unconditional, and forever shall remain.
You are my everything, my Alpha, and my Omega,
The beginning, and the end, my eternal, loving Father,
You gave Your life for me, a sacrifice so sublime,
A gift of redemption, that forever shall be mine.
Great is Your forgiveness, a mercy that's divine,
A love that walks with me, through every step, every decline,
You're not ashamed of me, nor my humble estate,
You love me deeply, and chose me, before I knew Your name.
In Your arms, I find solace, a sense of peace, a home,
My trust, my hope, my heart, forever belongs to You, alone,
You love me more, and I love You too,
A love that's mutual, eternal, and forever true.
Copyright © Panashe Chigwedere | Year Posted 2025
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