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Love in Every Fiber of My Being

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Love courses through my veins, unseen,
In every thread of who I’ve been.
A quiet pulse, a steady fire,
A rhythm born of deep desire.

It fills my breath, it shapes my soul,
With every heartbeat, makes me whole.
In each small gesture, soft and pure,
A love that’s boundless, strong, secure.

It wraps my bones, it warms my skin,
A force without, a spark within.
No piece untouched, no part denied,
In every fiber, love abides.

From fingertips to fleeting thought,
In every battle love has fought.
Through joy and pain, through doubt and fear,
Its whispers rise, forever near.

A love that’s lived, and breathed, and grown,
In every fiber, deeply sown.
A life entwined, a heart set free—
For love is all I am, and me.

Creative · Love · Lyrics · Non-Fiction

“I’ll be looking at the moon, but I’ll be seeing you,” Irving Kahal

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What are you doing this evening?

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.

Love · Non-Fiction · Ode

Ode To Love that Defies All Odds

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Love is not a fleeting spark,
But hope that kindles in the dark,
A flame that dances in the rain,
Through every loss, through every gain.

O love, that rises from the depths,
When all the world has turned away,
You stand, unwavering and bright,
A flame that night cannot betray.

When storms rage fierce and shadows grow,
And doubts creep in like creeping vines,
You hold your ground, defying fate,
Unbroken by the world’s designs.

What walls are built, what chains are thrown,
You shatter all with quiet grace,
A force no time nor trial can bind,
An endless strength, a boundless space.

O love that fights, O love that dares,
That climbs each mountain, breaks each chain—
In you we see the truth unveiled,
That nothing real can end in pain.

So let them speak, let doubts arise,
For love like ours knows not defeat.
It soars above, against the wind,
In every heart, a steady beat.

For love that conquers all the odds,
Is love that lives beyond the stars,
Unseen, untamed, yet always near—
A power greater than what’s far.

Love · Non-Fiction · Poems

In Quiet Rooms and Distant Lands

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In quiet rooms where shadows grow,
A love once fierce, now whispers low.
Your touch, a memory, soft as sand,
Slips through my fingers, out of hand.

The miles stretch long between our hearts,
Each step away, a world apart.
But in the silence, still I hear,
The echo of your voice, so near.

Time, the thief, with cruel intent,
Has stolen days we thought well spent.
Yet in the dark, where dreams reside,
You lie beside me, though denied.

Our love, a flame against the night,
Burns on in spite of fading light.
And though the dawn may tear us wide,
In every breath, you still abide.

For distance is a fleeting thing,
A thread that snaps, yet cannot cling.
And time, with all its ruthless pace,
Cannot erase what love embraced.

So here, across this endless span,
I hold you close, as best I can.
For love, though challenged, does not fall,
But rises high, above it all.

Love · Non-Fiction · Poems

The Echo of Love

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Love is the whisper in the quiet night,
A touch so gentle, barely in sight.
It’s the warmth that lingers in the cold,
A story tender, yet so bold.

It’s the glance across a crowded room,
A fleeting smile that melts the gloom.
The way two hearts, in silence, speak,
In words unspoken, soft and meek.

Love is the strength when days are hard,
A shield, a balm, a silent guard.
It’s the tear that falls, not out of pain,
But for the joy that still remains.

It’s the memory of a hand once held,
A presence felt, though farewells spelled.
The echo of a voice that’s gone,
But in our hearts, it lingers on.

Love is the laughter shared in the rain,
The comfort found in mutual gain.
It’s the knowing glance, the shared breath,
A bond that lives beyond death.

And though it may fade, as all things do,
Love leaves a mark, forever true.
A timeless trace, a gentle sigh,
A part of us that’ll never die.

Love · Writing True

Fingers Crossed

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Beneath the stars, where whispers play,
Our hearts entwine, a gentle sway,
In tender glances, a wondrous thing is born,
A flame that dances till the morn.

In every touch, a new world unfolds,
In every word, a beautiful story told,
Of passion fierce, of modest grace,
Of us finding home in one embrace.

The moonlight paints our golden dream,
Where time stands still, a flowing stream,
And in beaming light, our souls align,
A sacred bond, a thread so divine.

Through every trial, through every tear,
Ours stands steadfast, a bliss ever near,
It blooms in joy, and weathers the pain through kiss.
A promise sung in soft refrain, no line is missed.

Far more than words can ever say,
It is in the silence too, and in the way,
Our hands speak tenderly without a sound,
All gentle moves for a love once lost, and then is found.

So let ours be pure and free,
A dance of our hearts in harmony,
For in this world where truth is elusive, we found something truer:
A gift unwrapped from up above, binding us forever. . .

-fingers crossed—and beyond.

Creative · Love · Non-Fiction

I’m Waiting

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I sit beneath the solemn night sky,
Where every breeze seems like a sigh,
The world moves on, in a gentle pace,
But here I wait, a patient grace.

The moonlight spreads its golden thread,
As thoughts of you are all over my head,
I am wishful thinking of moments yet to be,
Of love that finds its way to me.

Each star above, a wish I make,
That somewhere you’re awake,
Perhaps gazing too at the same night,
And feel the same longing just as bright.

Time is impatient and remorseless, yet I remain
Anchored to hope that quells the silent pain,
For love is worth each passing day,
Each wistful night, come what may.

In every dawn, hope sparks,
A promise subtly hiding in the dark,
That you are out there, getting near,
To end this wait, to calm my fear.

So I will wait, as seasons change,
When a bridge is build, and our paths are rearranged,
And in that moment, when we meet,
The waiting ends sweet, and our hearts complete.

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Love · Poetry · Writing True

The Longing Lingers

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As bright and warm as summer’s day, my love for you remains.

In the quiet hours of a fading day,
Your absence lingers in such a poignant way.
Echoes of laughter, whispers of cheer,
Haunt the spaces where I wish you are near.

Stars arise in the evening sky,
But I’m sure none compare to the light in your eyes.
Thoughts of our dance in the twilight’s glow,
Of what could be our moments together, I can’t let go.

The wind’s soft murmur, the moon’s pale hue,
Both tease me tender moments with you.
This yearning ache in my heart resides,
A silent sorrow my soul can’t hide.

Distance may stretch, but love remains,
A steadfast flame through joy and pains.
Though you’re not here, your presence is clear,
In every breath, in every tear.

Until the day we meet,
I’ll cherish the dream of you, even if it’s a feat
Longing for you is love’s true art,
Etched deeply in my aching heart.

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