If the world could know what’s in my heart, How thoughts of you never depart, They’d see the love I hold so true— A love that lives and breathes for you.
You are the man of dreams untold, My warmth, my light, my heart to hold. With every smile, you fill my days, And brighten life in countless ways.
I wish the world could hear me say How much you mean to me each day. That you’re my joy, my sweetest song, The place my soul has yearned for long.
But words, they falter, fall too small— How can they capture it all? If skies could write or stars could speak, They’d tell the love that makes me weak.
For you, my world, my everything, I’d trade the winter for the spring. If only all the world could see— How deeply, wholly you are loved by me.
You are my sun, my moon, my sky, The reason stars sparkle up high. With every breath, my heart is clear— You are my joy, my soul’s premier.
In you, I find my world complete, A love so pure, so calm, so sweet. When life feels heavy, dark, or gray, Your smile alone lights up my day.
And though at times we’re far apart, You’re still the rhythm of my heart. Just thinking of you, I start to cry— But these are tears that never lie.
For joy like this is rare and true, And all my dreams begin with you. In you, I’ve found what hearts aspire— My everything, my soul’s desire.
“From fall we can learn that letting go is not the end—it is actually the beginning of growth, creating space for new dreams to take root and flourish,” nature says so.
The air turns crisp, the sky burns bright, And autumn drapes the world in light. Leaves flutter down in gold and rust, Teaching us to let go and trust.
The trees release without a fight, Their branches bare, yet feel no fright. They whisper softly, “It’s time to rest; Not every season demands your best.”
Fall reminds us that change is near, But growth will follow every year. We learn from nature to shed the old, To find new strength when nights grow cold.
The harvest tells us: be grateful, too, For all the blessings life gave you. Like falling leaves, some things must part, But room is made for a brand-new start.
The squirrels prepare, the winds shift low, And rivers teach us how to flow. In every breath, in every breeze, There lies the wisdom of the trees.
So let us welcome autumn’s call, And find the grace in every fall. For seasons pass and hearts grow wise— There’s beauty found in every rise.
What’s something most people don’t know about you?
There’s a river inside me, always moving, always flowing. Some people know of it—of my creativity—but few understand how deep it runs or how far it carries me. It’s not deception, not even close. It’s expression, pure and essential, the way I make sense of the world and navigate the currents of life. I wear my creativity like a second skin, sometimes quietly, other times boldly. Whether I write, paint, sketch, or dabble in a new form of art, it’s always my way of speaking truths that words alone cannot hold.
Writing is my compass, guiding me through emotions, experiences, and dreams. But I don’t just write the truth—I craft stories that blur the lines, diving into creative non-fiction where facts and imagination dance together. I find that truth itself is sometimes too rigid, and life too complex to fit neatly within its confines. So, I let my mind wander. I weave hopes and desires into my words, reimagining what life could be. It’s not that I lie or pretend—rather, I reshape the pieces of life to reflect the deeper truths that can’t be spoken plainly.
Painting and other forms of art are like different languages I use to express what I can’t capture in writing. A brushstroke, a splash of color, the rough texture of a canvas—each one tells a story only I can feel, but others may glimpse in passing. These visual creations are an extension of the same river of creativity, winding through different landscapes, shifting and shaping me as I go.
My creativity isn’t just about making things; it’s about surviving, thriving, and finding peace in life’s struggles. When life becomes too heavy, too complicated, I dip into the river. God gave me this gift, and I know it is not mine alone. I’m thankful for the professors who sharpened my knowledge and encouraged me to explore every artistic corner of myself. They opened my eyes to the many ways creativity can act as both a mirror and a refuge.
What people see in me is only part of the picture. Some notice my writing; some have seen a glimpse of my artwork. But there is always more beneath the surface, more flowing within me that they may never fully grasp. And that’s okay. Creativity, for me, is deeply personal—not a performance, but a necessity. It’s how I make sense of joy and sorrow, how I dream and cope.
Like a river running quietly under a bridge, my creativity moves through me constantly, always present, always alive. I am grateful for every twist, every turn, every outlet through which it flows. It allows me to shape my world in ways that words, paint, or any medium alone never could. It is not just a talent or a skill; it is my lifeline, my prayer, my way of living with gratitude for all the beauty and chaos that life brings.
Life is a dance of fleeting light, Moments like whispers on wings of night. Why wait in the shadows, afraid to move, When the stars above sing a daring groove?
Every dawn is a door, wide and new, A chance to leap where the brave pursue. The mountains call, the rivers run, Don’t wait for the storm to steal your sun.
Opportunities bloom like flowers in spring, Each with a song, a note to sing. Stretch your hand, reach for the sky, Don’t let the “what ifs” pass you by.
For failure’s a teacher dressed in disguise, A wise old friend with unblinking eyes. It whispers, “Fall, rise up again,” Each stumble’s the path to where dreams begin.
Fear not the cracks or the broken seams, They are the doors to uncharted dreams. Run through the valleys, climb every peak, Find the courage in being unique.
Time waits for no one, the sand runs fast, Grasp each second, make it last. For the only regret when the journey’s done, Is the chance not taken, the race not run.
So live with fire, let your spirit soar, Chase after the life you’ve longed for more. Embrace the falls, and laugh at the rain— In every storm, there’s something to gain.
The world’s a canvas, wild and wide, Paint it boldly, leave nothing to hide. For life’s not in waiting or standing still— It’s found in the heart that dares the thrill.
Ours is measured in miles and minutes, In fleeting glances across unseen skies, Each whispered promise lost to distance, Yet carried in the silence of our sighs.
The stars we share lie far between, Time holds us in its cruel, slow grip, Yet every moment apart is a thread unseen That binds us closer with every slip.
You are the echo in my quiet hours, The fading sun in my restless dreams, Though oceans and hours hold their power, Ours still burns with steady beams.
One day, we’ll conquer distance and time, Until then, my heart is and will beat for you from here to the edge of the night, With every second, you are still mine— A love beyond borders, beyond sight.
In moments spun from threads unseen, Where fate and chance weave in between, A whispered breeze, a star’s soft fall, Serendipity comes to call.
A glance, a touch, a fleeting word, A song by winds of fortune stirred. Two paths that never thought to meet Now dance together, light and sweet.
A coin dropped once, a turn, a door, Reveals a world unknown before. With eyes wide open, hearts in flight, Wishing to find what’s hidden in plain sight.
Then that time comes, so soft, so sweet indeed, To two wandering souls by chance they meet, a no hand deed, No plan, no map, no grand design, Just hearts aligned, a perfect sign.
Like raindrops falling, soft and slow, Or flowers where they didn’t sow, The sweetest things, they come to be, Not forced, but found so naturally.
A glance exchanged, a smile anew, A path untraveled leads to something new. What once was hidden now is clear, Serendipity brought them near.
So there they are, without a clue, But somehow they were meant for something true. In all that’s simple, wild, and free, Lives the magic of opportunity.
For magic lives in what they miss, A sudden smile, an unplanned kiss. The universe, with quiet grace, Leads them to the perfect place.
So they trust the steps, the chance, they embraced, The mystery time cannot erase. For in the dance of life they see The wonder of serendipity.
Tonight she thinks of him, alone, Beneath the moon’s soft silver tone. Her heart a quiet, steady beat, In rhythm with the stars’ retreat.
She wonders if he feels the same, If whispers call him by her name. Does he, like her, lie wide awake, With thoughts of love he cannot shake?
The night is still, but in her mind His voice, his touch, she seeks to find. Across the miles, through dreams, she’s sure, Their love remains, unseen, yet pure.
In every sigh, in every star, She feels his presence from afar. And though the night may stretch so wide, Her love, tonight, stays by his side.
O season rich with golden light, How sweetly do you charm the sight, With every leaf, a tale you tell, A whispered song, a silent spell.
Your breath, it cools the summer’s flame, And paints the world with autumn’s name, In hues of amber, red, and gold, A beauty born as days grow old.
The trees, they shed their emerald dress, And don a cloak of grand finesse, Each branch adorned with colors bright, A final burst before the night.
The air is crisp, the skies are clear, As harvest time draws ever near, The earth, it offers up its yield, A bounty from the quiet field.
You bring a peace, a stillness rare, A moment’s pause, a time to care, For all the gifts the year has brought, And all the lessons we have sought.
The moon grows fuller, nights stretch long, And in the wind, a distant song, It tells of winter’s creeping hand, Yet in your warmth, we make our stand.
O Fall, your beauty stirs the soul, A gentle call to feel whole, In every leaf that drifts and sways, You remind us of life’s sweet ways.
So let us walk beneath your sky, And breathe you in, before goodbye, For though you leave, you’ll come once more, To bless our hearts as days restore.
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