Amidst the dawn, where sun-kissed dreams take flight,
First love emerges, tender, pure, and bright.
In youthful hearts, a melody takes hold,
A sonnet's verse, where emotions unfold.

With hesitant steps, we dance the unknown,
A waltz of feelings, beautifully grown.
In every glance, a world anew is spun,
A tale of hearts entwined, two becoming one.

Soft whispers linger in the moonlit air,
As stars bear witness to a love so rare.
The touch of hands, a gentle, sweet caress,
Ignites a flame, a passion to confess.

Oh, first love, like a sonnet finely penned,
In every beat, a timeless love, transcendent.

Autumn leaves descend,
Silent whispers, life transcends,
Death's embrace, a friend

I asked chatgpt to write me a poem about death and to make it happy. Below

In shadows'embrace, a dance unseen,
Where sunsets fade, and stars convene,
A journey's end, a tranquil flight,
Through veils of time, toward gentle night.

No sorrow lingers, only grace,
As whispers echo in death's embrace.
The weary soul finds sweet release,
In realms where joy and sorrows cease.

A tapestry woven, threads unfold,
In realms unknown, a story told.
For in the circle of life's grand scheme,
Death, a serene and joyous dream.

Fight
For peace,

Surrender,
To the confederates within.

Take up arms,
And bravely manifest the truce.

Contradict,
For clarity.

Ask,
So that you may give.

Write,
So that the whole world might read.

Lie,
And demonstrate your honesty.

Die,
In order to be born.

Laugh,
While the sweet and sour tears adorn.

Fear quietly,
Your bravery will soar,

You have one life.
And an infinite number of possibilities.

You be you. Nothing more or less will do.

I love you is now meaningless.

I trust you means everything.

And I do.

Have you lingered long enough,
Lived a life and done some stuff,
Do you fear your last few thoughts
The holy sound of nots and naughts.

Let me set your mind at ease,
There will be no one left to please,
Close your eyes and shepherd home,
Death is but your final poem.

We measure love as we receive it,
A smile, a kiss, something that pleases.

We never tally love as given,
A gift we give with no red ribbon.

I have learned so little in so long,
But when love's shared, it makes us strong.