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Do you think I'll cry if I lose your love?
My heart is a rock; my friend is a dove.

So I stay strong no matter the tension,
I'm unmoved by whatever you mention.

Like a dove, I'll always embrace your peace,
I'll be true to you like a fine timepiece.

When you're finally back to your senses,
Your grief won't be part of my expenses.

Giving peace of mind like a cool sea breeze,
I won’t chase a love that fades with such ease.
How long wait for sun?
Darkness starts to stun.
Cold bites have begun,
The heater blows cold.
The worst cold foretold.
So cold, the north pole.
A wait to console...
a plea to my soul.

Words cold in my mouth.
Deep ice yet there's drought.
I'd die if it's south.
Dark veils, sun deferred
Polar nights, I heard.
Survival blurred.
Death has a threshold.
As cold nights unfold.
On the base of a flower vase,
that's where you left her last blood trace:
A reminder of your fresh ****;
your Valentine's day gruesome chill.

Caked blood now covers the deep wound,
her flesh still looks fresh on the ground.
But her spirit roams far away,
graveyards too small for her to stay.

Her lips still wear your last cold kiss.
Her warm hugs, you'll forever miss.
Her soft hands, you can't again grab;
a gone soul, you can't again stab.

From cemeteries, vengeance screams;
her vengeful spirit haunts your dreams.
Her ghost won't rest till your soul flees
and the breezes from your nose freeze.
Let me now sing the song of my old age,
All I recount now belongs to the past.
Since all the changes noticed are so vast,
Let this song be sung by a real sage.

This face, now so old, ugly, and wrinkled,
Once shone with a bright glow, so appealing.
Though no longer smooth, fine or unpeeling,
This same old skin was once never crinkled.

These eyes, now drooping, dimmed by poor vision,
Once sparkled with allure and shone brightly.
These hands were once fresh, smooth, and felt sprightly,
Though now they tremble, void of precision.

This mouth, now sunken and full of gnashers,
Once gleamed with the shine of pearly white teeth.
A life once vibrant, fresh as blooming wreath,
Now murmurs soft through folds of old tatters.

These feet, worn and cracked, trudging so slowly,
Once romped in the bloom of youthful delight.
Though now calloused and bent, aching each night,
They had dreams, carried them with strength boldly.
You:
my life;
each day
dreams.
Like a morn' dew,
without blemish,
just as I wished.
As a mint
that freshens,
with no
ceasing.

Each day,
brings it
as a new birth.
Every night,
turns it into a
film for my
dreams.
New wake,
makes it an
excitement.

To
showcase your
beauty that
shines like a
rocket in
space.
Their alliances rob others of their peace;
their thirst for human blood is without cease.
A once prosperous place plundered to debt,
its residents flee, drenched in their cold sweat.

The redness from the veins still stains the ground;
bones stripped of flesh lie scattered all around.
In every soul, peace lies buried in dearth~
that's what wars do, even before my birth.

The skies in Gaza yield a fiery rain;
the rubble groans with unbearable pain.
The wails of children pierce the cold night,
their dreams consumed by war's unyielding blight.

To Gaza’s children, let this pledge remain:
We’ll strive to break this never-ending chain;
for peace must rise where violence once grew,
and love must guide the path we all pursue.
My arms are strong enough to break your fall.
As you float in my arms, in gentle grips,
You’ll be held safe, and free from any thrall.
My kiss will whisper love upon your lips.

We will be free from the world's distraction,
Our hearts will never again have to cry,
Your love will just be my sole attraction.
You'll be my heartthrob, and I'll be your guy.

There's no way I'll allow my love to wane,
For love undone, doubts might one day replace,
By loving you, there's much that I will gain.
My fear is the beauty glow on your face.

But if you allow lies to unbind us,
There’s a depth down there awaiting your crash,
I promise I won’t have to raise a fuss.
Your fall would satisfy more than a clash.
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