In the cradle of existence, a soul is born,
A spark of light, a new day's dawn.
Innocence wrapped in flesh and bone,
A journey of growth, into the unknown.

Born to breathe, to feel, to dream,
Life's tapestry woven with each sunbeam.
A symphony of moments, a dance of time,
In the rhythm of life, a soul to climb.

From the first cry to the whispered sigh,
Born to love, to laugh, to try.
In every heartbeat, a story told,
Of being born great, a tale unfold.

In the stillness of the night, memories linger,
Shattered heart, echoes of love lost, a painful singer.
Tears fall like rain, washing away laughter's glow,
Leaving emptiness, a void hard to outgrow.

From broken pieces, a glimmer of hope does rise,
Mending slowly, scars telling of battles and cries.
Sunrise brings a new day, lessons in the heart's seams,
Strength in vulnerability, a tale of healing dreams.

Shall I compare my lady to a summer's day?
Nay! For thy beauty outshines any season and I'm but a humble admirer,
Besotted with thee pardon me but thine eyes hold a glimmer that doth bewitch me and I find myself entrances by thine eyes.

My lady, thy charm is like a sonnet from a bygone era,
And I yearn to be the one to pen verses of the affection for thee
In the midst of this modern world,
Thy elegance is like a piece of Victorian art and I wish to be the one who admires and preserves thee

In the realm of endless musings, where thoughts like gentle whispers play,
A tapestry of dreams unfurls, in the quiet of the day.
Whispers of the heart, in silent reverie they roam,
In the symphony of silence, they find their way back home.

In shadows deep, where secrets lie, and memories softly weep,
Whispers of forgotten tales, in the night, they gently creep.
Echoes of the past, in moonlit dance they sway,
In the garden of the mind, where thoughts like petals lay.

So let the ink of midnight spill, upon the canvas of the night,
Capturing the essence of thoughts, in the softest, purest light.
For in the quiet spaces, where the soul finds solace deep,
Thoughts bloom like flowers, in the garden of our sleep.

One day you will meet a girl who will walk you through a world you ought not to imagine,
She will tell you tales about the greatest love intent,
Y'll question everything you know,
She'll describe things in words you've never heard,
Her words will sound beautiful in your ears,
She will bring out a passion in you that no one knew.

Don't run away from what scares you,
You wouldn't be a hero if you do,
So don't run,
Walk through it all,
Feel the atmosphere,
Breathe the aroma of the newly love,
Isn't it refreshing?
Let the new experience teach you,
Kiss her so hard that you see stars,
Trace her scars, touch them,
Stare at her even if she's so bright that it burns

Don't run away, let if flow.
It won't always hurt.

Beautiful words stir my heart,
I will recite a lovely poem about the king,
For my tongue is like the pen of a skillful poet.

You're are the most handsome of all,
Gracious words stream from your lips,
God himself has blessed you forever.

Myrrh, aloes, and cassia perfume your robe,
In ivory palaces the music of strings entertains you,
The king's daughter are among your noble women,
At your right side stands the queen,
Wearing jewelry of finest gold from ophir.