Each moment, like a wave, will rise and fall,  
Returning endlessly — a gift, a chain.  
Bound to eternity, we bear it all,  
As if it were our cross, our joy, our pain.  
This thought does chill my soul: each step we tread,  
Each word we utter, every breath we draw,  
Shall never fade; the weight of time is spread —  
A vast, unyielding debt that holds in awe.  
Are we alive, or merely counting days?  
Does purpose bloom, or wither in the haze?

This heavy burden drives me to despair,  
The wheel of time keeps turning without end.  
Yet in its shadow, life feels light and fair —  
A fleeting dance, a fire that will not bend.  
But is this lightness good? Is weight a curse?  
The heaviness, though crushing, makes us whole.  
It pins us to the earth, to flesh, to thirst—  
To love, to touch, to everything that stirs
the soul. A woman dreams of man’s true weight—  
For heaviness is life, not just our fate.

The lightness calls, a siren’s welcome song,
A fleeting joy that dances on the breeze.
It fills the heart with laughter, bright and strong,
A puzzle solved, a game that brings us ease.
For lightness lifts the spirit, breaks the chains,
And turns the world into a playful stage.
It mocks the weight of time, the heavy pains,
And offers life as joy, not as an age.
But lightness, though it sparkles, cannot last;
It fades too soon, a fleeting, fragile thing.
And heaviness, though burdensome and vast,
Reminds us of the roots from which we spring.

To shed all weight and rise with hope above —  
To drift above the earth, untethered, free —  
Is not true freedom; it’s a hollow love.  
The body, light as air, loses its plea.  
Its motions, though unbound, lack substance rare;  
It drifts from what is real, from what is true.  
The lightness, stripped of weight, becomes despair —  
A shadow of a life we never knew.

Thus life demands a balance, clear and tight:  
The heaviness that roots us to the ground,  
The lightness that allows the soul to take flight.  
In both - the pulse of being can be found.  
Eternal return whispers in our ear:  
Each act, each choice will ever reappear.  
If time should loop and life repeat its song,  
What would you change? What would you make more true?  
For in the weight of deeds, we find our place—  
The heaviness that shapes the life we do.

And you, my love — you are the weight I bear,  
The heaviness that bends my spine to earth.  
You are the lightness too, the fleeting air
I share, my endless hopeless search for worth.  
Though lost to me, you linger in the loop,  
A moment caught in time’s relentless grip.  
Your absence is the burden I must stoop;  
Your memory is the vessel of my script.

I long for you in every turning wave,  
In every echo of the life we knew.  
The heaviness of love and lightness brave—  
Both bind me to the earth and pull me through.  
If time should loop and life repeat its song,  
I’d seek you still in every note and tone.  
For you are both the weight and what is gone,  
The heaviness that roots me and the breeze  
That pulls me deeper into endless seas,  
Where life and death collide to be reborn.

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The closer comes the end of time and space,
The deeper meaning fills your gentle face —
As vast as worlds, yet tender in its grace,
Your face becomes my world, my steadfast place.

It’s clear to me, my love, I understand,
How futile is the fight when truth is plain—
What cannot be undone by human hand,
In time becomes our sorrow, our disdain.

By choosing you, I leave the rest behind,
Content with less, and learning day by day,
To find within my heart’s unspoken mind,
That you, when seen too close, can lead astray.

For now, in quiet thought, you’re ever near—
My flaw, my hurt, my risk, my vision clear.

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In quiet woods, where gentle breezes play,  
And time drifts softly like the flowing stream,  
I ponder on the fleeting light of day,  
And cherish whispers of a tender dream.  

Though seasons change and shadows stretch their hands,  
Yet in the heart, a steadfast ember glows;  
For love, like ancient oaks on fertile lands,  
Endures the storm, and in its stillness grows.  

One day, beneath the arch of twilight skies,  
A wanderer shall seek what once was mine;  
And in that moment, when the spirit flies,  
The bonds of earth shall fade, and stars align.  

Then I shall rise, as nature’s breath returns,  
In every leaf, in every songbird’s call;  
For in the soul where deep affection burns,  
There lies a light that conquers even fall.  

“Rejoice!” it cries, “for love shall never cease;  
In memory’s embrace, we find our peace.”