These dreams have a price, it's you to choose how you pay,
You can give the gold of silence, burying your desires deep,
Or the late-night silver, for endless pursuit trading sleep,
Or the nickel of patience, a virtue to withstand the wait.

You can offer a pound of resilience, a currency unyielding and true,
For when challenges arise, it's one of those things that gets you through,
To forge ahead and bring the imperceptible to view.
Or you can pay with the copper coin of dedication.

An emerald of courage is acceptable, bravery to face each daunting choice,
Venturing into the unknown, silencing fear and finding your voice.
There's the sapphire of perseverance, a gem of unwavering determination,
To persist in the face of adversity, continuing despite dissuasion.

The diamond of belief, a gem that sparkles with unwavering trust,
In yourself, in your dreams, in the belief that the climb is a must.
You can pay for your dreams with the ruby of sacrifice,
For grander aspirations, some things you relinquish.

The opal of wisdom, platinum of passion, the bronze of ambition,
To aggressively strive for eminence, emerald of kindness,
Choose your currency as you please, their value is vast,
For in the currency you choose lies the key.

When again you fall in love, may it be with someone you can have,
Within your reach with the care that you truly deserve.
May it be golden enough to enrich your soul with desire,
A love that sets your spirit ablaze, a big fat ember on fire.

As you give generously, may your needs be met in return,
A balanced connection, where both hearts fiercely burn.
May you receive even more than you selflessly give,
A love that nourishes and allows you to truly live.

May it arrive on time, not a second too late or too soon,
with the signs as clear as water in a limpid creek and a full moon.
May you have butterflies and twinkles for a story written in the stars
And however imperfect, may it be an adventure yonder venus and mars

May it come with hot constellations and may they never go warm,
May it be a love that ignites galaxies within you yet feel like home.

In the dusk's fading light of youth , a ghostly spectre stands tall,
An abandoned wreckage at the old dock's forlorn sprawl.
Once majestic, now decaying, she's a vessel of despair,
The timbers of her heart weathered and worn, beyond any repair.

Like a fossil of forgotten tales, she stands in solemn gloom,
Haunted by memories, whispered secrets, and tales of doom.
The ocean's embrace turned hostile, her beauty eaten to decay,
As the years wore on, stealing her magnificent colors away.

Anchored in the stagnant waters, trapped in a wistful trance,
An epitaph of dreams dashed she's a vessel caught in circumstance.
Tangled in seaweed's grasp, her sails once proud and taut,
Now a haunting reminder of a journey that was never sought.

Tempted by the tides of time, her fate was sealed,
the undying resilience broken, her septic wounds revealed.
There she lingers, forsaken, a relic of forgotten glee,
A rotting boat, a silent witness to the cruelty of the sea.

My Uncle spoke of your temper, an emission of cosmic proportion
He said women like you are a pent up volcano waiting to erupt
that you are desolate planetoids to be approached with precaution
He warned of your dormant fire, ready to rupture and disrupt.
My uncle told me to stay away from women like you 
because you come carrying huge planets on your back 
He warned about your bags of continents I would have to unpack 
with secrets to explore and a trail of spiky asteroids on your track
He said women who wield galaxies cannot be tamed, 
They are constellations of scars, their hearts are maimed. 
they are the reason worlds collide and dimensions bend, 
a fusion of impossible realities, a voyage without end. 
Each step you take leaves stardust in your wake, 
Traversing realms unknown, a cosmic path of terror you make.
A supernova of strength, a force too vast for any man to grasp, 
My Uncle saw in you a void in space, he called you a sting of an alien wasp.
He warned of cosmic storms swirling in your core
an extraterrestrial plague that would leave me sore
my Uncle's cautions echo, an undying diminuendo from afar
"Beware of celestial wonders that hide the bizarre."

Love is a pink diamond, it's ice cold sunshine
An invaluable antiquity that can't be sold
It's the dance of the moon to the music of the stars
Love is a quiet whisper of the tides in the storm
a new shock absorber smoothing an off-road adventure
It's the joy of weaver birds praising the rising sun
the swashing sway of trees in the early morning breeze
Love is a palm by the sea, a chain of liberty, a key
an invaluable painting hung up the walls of a heart
a slow roller-coaster that lets you savor the view whilst on the ride
Love is kids playing in rain, letting nothing steal their thunder
Love is the Masai mara, a breathtaking wonder
Love is a spark that sets hearts ablaze
It's an eternal flame, in a mysterious haze.

I used the pain you gave me, built a trampoline,
Now I bounce back higher than before with each fall,
No longer confined to the depths of sorrow within
I found a propulsion, with every end now I begin.

Your hurt, once heavy, now launches me high,
I rise above the wounds, embracing the sky.
The trampoline of pain, a transformative art,
Turning anguish into a launching pad for my heart.

I've harnessed the power to rise and stay.
With each rebound, I gather strength to reclaim,
The light that was dimmed, now shines with a flame
The malady was a remedy or so I can say.

So, thank you for the pain, though it once brought me low,
I learnt the beauty of a fall is to rise, to flourish and to grow.