Relationships

Love’s Dual Essence

Quote: “I only ever thought there were two kinds of love; the kind you’ll kill for, and the kind you’ll die for; but you my darling, you were the kind of love I would live for.”

In realms of love, where passions
intertwine,
Two archetypes emerge, distinct and
divine,
One, fierce and wild, ablaze in the heart,
A love so potent, it could tear worlds apart.

The kind you'd fight for, against all odds,
A love so fierce, it defies the gods.
A flame that consumes, with a fervent
desire,
Burning bright, setting souls afire.

Then there's the love that holds a hue different
hue,
a love where tenderness and grace shine
through.
A love that whispers softly, like a gentle
breeze,
A love that nurtures, outting souls at ease.

You, my darling, are a love of he latter kind,
A love that transcends, gentle and refined.
A love that grants life new purpose and
worth,
A love I'd choose to chrish, to love for on
this earth.

For in your eyes, a universe I find,
Where love's pure essence forever
wnwined.
With you, my dear, life blooms with delight,
A love that sustains, casting away the night.

No longer just kind to kill or die,
But a love that ignites the will to truly fly.
With you, my darling, love takes on new
form,
A love that transcends, like a perfect storm.

So let us journey, hand in hand,
forevermore,
Embracing this love we've come to adore.
For you, my darling, are the love I'll live for,
A live that whispers of eternity's lore.

			

	
					

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Fractured Facades: A Heart’s Desalinization

	

	

		
	

		

		
In shadows cast, a tale now weaves,
Of shattered hopes and love's decieves,
A girl, wounded, her heart betrayed,
By a promise she thought would never
fade.

She offered her affection, open and true,
But he denied her, a painful residue,
A promise made, to stay as friends,
Yet it brought torment that never mends.

Resentment brewed, a venomous brew,
Within her heart, emotions askew,
She spun a web of bitter disdain,
To hide her love, now drowned in pain.

Her words like daggers, sharp and cold,
Lies she whispered, her true thoughts
untold,
She painted him with shades of disdain,
A fragile heart seeking to shift blame.

In her dark corners, anger thrived,
Fanning the flames of loved deprived,
She despised his choice, his distant gaze,
Yet silently yearned for his loving embrace.

But as she weaved her intricate lies,
The truth within her slowly dies,
For deceit cannot quell a wounded soul,
Nor fill the void where love once stole.

In the depths of her despair and spite,
She found no solace, no respite,
For love denied and promises kept,
Left her shattered, alone, and bereft.

Oh, bitter fate, with its cruel game,
Where hearts collide and break in shame,
No happy ending shall grace this tale, 
Just echoes of love, doomed to fail.

So let her linger in her disdain,
A girl lost in love's cruel reign,
For sometimes pain has no release,
And bitter hearts find no lasting peace. 




			

	
					

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The Absent of Loss: Family Will be Missed

	

	

		
	

		

		
In the realm where sorrow dwells,
Amidtst the ache that memory tells,
There lies a tale of love's refrain,
"The absent of Loss," a heartfelt
strain

Family dear souls, forever entwined
Their presence, a balm to hearts
inclined,
Yet fate, with its merciless twist,
Deems thier departure, an agonizing
tryst.

The void now looms, a vast expanse,
Echoing laughter and sweet romance,
Their voices silenced, no longer heard,
Leaving behind a melancholic chord.

Oh, family cherished, deeply adored,
Your absence leaves our spirits flored,
In every corner, your essence we trace,
But longing intensifies in your in your empty space.

Memories , like wispers, softly arise,
Weaving taales of love thst never dies,
Each smile, each touch, forever embraced,
In our souls, your presence froever encased.

Though stories shared and pictureheld,
In hearts united, bonds unparalleled,
Family's legacy, an eternal flame,
Igniting hope, despie the pain.

For love transcends the bounds of time, 
Guiding us forward, amdist life's climb,
In each passing day, we honor and find,
The beauty of fmaily, ever intetwined.

so, in he absence of their earthly
form,
Their spirits linger, through life's
storm,
And as we reminisce with misty eyes,
Family enures, never truly dies.

"The absent of Loss," a poignant plea,
To cherish kin with love's decree,
For though they're missed,
forevermore,
family's eessence, in our souls, will
soar




 

			

	
					

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Whispers of Desire: A Playful Dance of Souls

	

	

		
	

		

		
 


Poem request from Grace: “Teasing love”


In a playful dance of words, they engage,

A conversation filled with teasing stage.

The girl, with a curious tone, inquires,

“What’s wrong with you? Your nerves transpire.”


The boy, flustered, denies the claim,

“Nervous? No way, it’s not the same!”

But the girl, with a knowing smile,

Provokes him further, just for a while.


She whispers of a touch, a secret place,

And the boy’s reaction, a blushing face.

With a gasp, he tries to defend,

Claiming it’s merely nature’s trend.


Amidst laughter, the girl persists,

Unveiling the truth that both insist.

“It’s not just nature’s innocent cue,

Deep down, you know you enjoy it too.”


Their banter flows, a tender art,

An intimate connection from the start.

In words and laughter, they find delight,

A playful bond, a shared insight.


For in this light-hearted repartee,

Their hearts reveal what words can’t say.

In a dance of teasing, their souls ignite,

A connection strong, pure and bright.


So let their banter be a joyful song,

Where feelings dance, and hearts belong.

In this conversation’s playful twist,

They find a love they can’t resist.

			

	
					

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Kingdoms in Bloom

	

	

		
	

		

		
In days of old, when spring began,

Two kingdoms clashed, a bitter span,

Their hatred deep, their anger hot,

Their swords clashed, in a battle fought.


But in the midst of all the strife,

A love was born, like sprouts of life,

Two hearts that beat as one, despite

The hatred that they’d learned to cite.


Their love was true, their passion strong,

But from their kingdoms, cries of wrong,

Forbade them from their love to show,

And forced them to keep it low.


In spring, when life begins anew,

Their love grew strong, and blossomed too,

But just as quickly, came the end,

As summer’s heat began to blend.


For though their love was strong and true,

Their kingdoms’ hatred, it outgrew,

And in the end, they had to part,

Their love, like spring, was but a start.


And so their love, like springtime’s bloom,

Was beautiful, but met its doom,

For though their love was strong and fair,

Their kingdoms’ hatred, it did not spare.

			

	
					

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(Poem) Shadows of Disdain: A Tense Exchange between Teammates

	

	

		
	

		

		
In this world, divided by worth and use,

Two members of a team engage in dispute,

Ishnol, cold and emotionless in his views,

Believes Unela is worthless, without refute.


Unela, hurt and angry, stands her ground,

Years of working together now in question,

She thought they shared a mutual understanding,

But to Ishnol, she’s just a tool for selection.


The argument escalates, emotions flare,

Unela defends her skills and experience,

While Ishnol judges her without care,

She’s a liability, in his eyes, without coherence.


Unela refuses to give up on her dreams,

To quit the team and everything she’s worked for,

She sees her worth beyond her skill extremes,

And reminds Ishnol they’re not just tools, but more.


Ishnol, unmoved, warns of the danger ahead,

But Unela fights on, refusing to be swayed,

She challenges Ishnol’s views with a pointed thread,

And reminds him of the debt he’s yet to repay.


In the end, their argument unresolved,

The two teammates remain at odds,

One cold and unfeeling, the other resolved,

To prove her worth and fight for the cause.

			

	
					

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Siren’s Call

	

	

		
	

		

		
He knows that love can hurt, can leave him scarred,

Yet still he seeks that flame to light his way,

A fire bright that burns both hot and hard,

That draws him close, that makes him want to stay.


He knows the risks, the pain that he’ll endure,

The nights of tears, the days of constant strife,

But still he craves that feeling of allure,

The rush of passion that ignites his life.


He tries to fight it, but it’s just too strong,

The pull of toxic love that he can’t shake,

He knows it’s wrong, that it’s been too long,

But still he’s drawn to make that same mistake.


And so he walks with candle burning bright,

Though toxic love will lead him through the night.


 

			

	
					

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