It’s not just fire, bright and wild,
Nor fleeting thrill, nor dream beguiled.
It’s in the quiet, steady glow,
The gentle ways two spirits grow.
A hand to hold when nights feel cold,
A story shared, both young and old.
A look that says, without a sound,
“I see you here, I’ve always found.”
It bends, it breaks, yet mends again,
A woven thread through loss and gain.
No greater gift the heart can give—
To love, to lose, and still to live.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 1:23 PM UTC
Life is scary it’s the unknown it’s the truth but it’s the lies at the same time the love and the heart break, the happiness and the sadness but isn’t that the point the point of life, we always think we are in control but sometimes we are and sometimes we aren’t but that’s how it is that’s how it’s been that’s life we never know weather or not this or that ,but that’s why we live it that’s why we learn about life , so those after us don’t need to worry about it at all, but that’s why we live life we life it to learn to see to love but more importantly we live it to live.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC