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You ask me what the sweetest joy may be, The finest feeling granted hearts to see. I answer you with truth both clear and known: The bliss of feeling you are not alone. To feel your worth no hardship can undo, And know no careless hand abandons you. To know that if you fail or lose your way, A heart still keeps your fragile soul at bay. To trust that even in your darkest mood, No love will change, no loyalty conclude. To know no other takes your sacred place, Nor time erases memory or grace. To feel no soul will leave you in despair, Even when you cannot your burdens bear. When you yourself grow weary of your fight, Another holds your fading hope to light. No sweeter gift the human heart can own Than knowing every tear is not alone. That gentle hands will wipe each falling rain, And ease the quiet sorrow and the pain. That in the thorns when troubled paths appear, A faithful hand will still remain sincere. For love is proved when storms refuse to cease, Yet steadfast hearts still guard each other's peace.
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Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 3:34 PM UTC
You are not Alone
You ask me what the sweetest joy may be, The finest feeling granted hearts to see. I answer you with truth both clear and known: The bliss of feeling you are not alone. To feel your worth no hardship can undo, And know no careless hand abandons you. To know that if you fail or lose your way, A heart still keeps your fragile soul at bay. To trust that even in your darkest mood, No love will change, no loyalty conclude. To know no other takes your sacred place, Nor time erases memory or grace. To feel no soul will leave you in despair, Even when you cannot your burdens bear. When you yourself grow weary of your fight, Another holds your fading hope to light. No sweeter gift the human heart can own Than knowing every tear is not alone. That gentle hands will wipe each falling rain, And ease the quiet sorrow and the pain. That in the thorns when troubled paths appear, A faithful hand will still remain sincere. For love is proved when storms refuse to cease, Yet steadfast hearts still guard each other's peace.
walid-abdallah
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Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 3:34 PM UTC
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