A story of love, of hearts entwined,
drawn together, beyond design.
Though fate once wrote our paths askew,
our bond was forged when time was new.
These eyes that searched through endless night,
now meet your gaze in morning light.
Stay close to me, don’t drift away,
by your side, I vow to stay.
I’ll find you now, or lose it all,
with every rise, with every fall.
So hold me tight, our spirits one,
in your love’s glow, my life’s begun.
She sketches grids, a girl alone,
Mapping love in lines and tone.
Two by two, she starts to see
How hearts can part by destiny.
Top left: sparks, intense and bright,
Where lovers burn like stars at night.
Quick to catch, yet soon to fade—
A fleeting flame, a lesson made.
Below, a quiet box she keeps,
Where kindness rests and comfort sleeps.
Here lie friends who know her well,
An enduring, magic spell.
To one side, excitement’s thrill,
The dizzy pull, the fleeting fill.
Yet shifting to a steady ground,
Where trust and faith are truly found.
In grids and squares, she seeks to chart
The lines that shape her heart and art.
Two by two, she makes her start—
To learn love's map and know her heart.
She wasn’t born knowing herself,
she uncovered her piece by piece,
on a road long and rough.
Each misstep revealed a truth,
each hardship, a key,
unlocking parts of her soul.
As the path twisted,
with trials to bear,
the deeper she ventured,
the more she became.
In every bruise and scar,
she found strength,
in every doubt, a spark.
The harsher the journey,
the more she emerged—
resilient, unwavering.
With every jagged mile,
she grew into herself,
until the woman she was meant to be
stood tall at the journey’s end.
In quiet grace, you walked this earth,
A man of steel, yet filled with mirth.
No trumpet’s blare, no towering might,
But humble steps in morning light.
A gentle heart, a steady hand,
You built an empire, healed the land.
You led with care, your path was clear,
In every action, you drew near.
"Thank you for thinking of me," you spoke,
As love and legacy awoke.
No final crown, no victory cry,
But a gratitude to all, whispered to the sky.
And though you've gone, your spirit stays,
In hearts that beat through endless days.
For legends live beyond their time,
In every soul, in every rhyme.
In life, one truth we cannot bend,
Death—the certain, final end.
A sudden jolt, a bitter sting,
When news of loss begins to ring.
In the depths of darkness, a heart laid bare,
bound by ties that cut, unaware.
In the toxic dance of bloodline's art,
a fractured soul, a shattered heart.
Through the corridors of silent pain,
familiar echoes, a haunting refrain.
In the wreckage of familial ties,
a spirit lingers, where sorrow lies.
Yet, in the abyss, a glimmer faint,
a plea for solace, a whispered paint.
For resilience, now a distant dream,
lost in the shadows of a fractured seam.
