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#unconditionallove
Seeking love somewhere deep and far, Through rains and muds and scars. Only to see little love in little jars, Little care, little joy in little bars. The journey was bigger than its prize, Prize that caused pain, wounds, and cries. There I opened my ears, heart and eyes, And saw burning of a star from the skies. A Man spoke to me and said, I should seek for Him instead. No pale nor little heart but red, For His love for me was blood shed. He said He loves me ten out of ten, With stretched arms and heart open. I said "If so, give me some flowers then", But the Man gave me the whole garden.
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Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC
Garden of Love
When I look at you… I don’t just see children. I see time itself— moving, changing, growing right in front of me. You are my sunrise— the kind that pulls me out of sleep even when I’m tired, even when life feels heavy— because somehow, you make the world begin again. And in the same breath— you are my sunset. All those colours you bring into my life— loud, messy, beautiful— the kind you can’t hold onto, only stand back and feel. You are my mornings— full of questions I can’t always answer, energy I can’t always match, but wonder I never want to lose. And my afternoons— where everything turns into adventure. A walk becomes a journey, a game becomes a battle, and somehow… I’m invited into your worlds. You are my evenings— quiet moments, laughter softening into tired smiles, memories forming before I even realise, they’re happening. And then there’s the twilight— those in-between times, where you’re not quite little anymore… but not grown either. That part— that part catches me off guard. Because I see who you’re becoming, and I’m proud— but I’d be lying if I said I don’t miss who you were. You are my dawn— hope in its purest form. Everything I didn’t get right, everything I wished for— somehow… you carry it forward. And even in the midnight— in the worries, the fears, the quiet thoughts that keep me awake— you are still there. A light. A reason. A reminder of what matters. And every now and then… you are the eclipse. That rare, breathtaking moment that stops me completely— when I look at you and think, “How did I get so lucky to be your dad?” Now, listen to me— if the world ever overlooks you, if people fail to see what I see… don’t let that change you. Because not everyone knows how to recognise treasure. But I do. I always will. And loving you— that’s the greatest thing I’ve ever been given to keep.
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Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 10:39 AM UTC
You Are My Whole Day
When I look at you… I don’t just see children. I see time itself— moving, changing, growing right in front of me. You are my sunrise— the kind that pulls me out of sleep even when I’m tired, even when life feels heavy— because somehow, you make the world begin again. And in the same breath— you are my sunset. All those colours you bring into my life— loud, messy, beautiful— the kind you can’t hold onto, only stand back and feel. You are my mornings— full of questions I can’t always answer, energy I can’t always match, but wonder I never want to lose. And my afternoons— where everything turns into adventure. A walk becomes a journey, a game becomes a battle, and somehow… I’m invited into your worlds. You are my evenings— quiet moments, laughter softening into tired smiles, memories forming before I even realise, they’re happening. And then there’s the twilight— those in-between times, where you’re not quite little anymore… but not grown either. That part— that part catches me off guard. Because I see who you’re becoming, and I’m proud— but I’d be lying if I said I don’t miss who you were. You are my dawn— hope in its purest form. Everything I didn’t get right, everything I wished for— somehow… you carry it forward. And even in the midnight— in the worries, the fears, the quiet thoughts that keep me awake— you are still there. A light. A reason. A reminder of what matters. And every now and then… you are the eclipse. That rare, breathtaking moment that stops me completely— when I look at you and think, “How did I get so lucky to be your dad?” Now, listen to me— if the world ever overlooks you, if people fail to see what I see… don’t let that change you. Because not everyone knows how to recognise treasure. But I do. I always will. And loving you— that’s the greatest thing I’ve ever been given to keep.
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Sometimes love feels Like love comes with rules, A hidden price, and a quiet deal- be enough, be quit, Fit the picture they want. I notice Smiles that slowly fade when I speak honestly. Arms that close when my heart open too wide. Their kindness depends On who I am today, And whether I'm easy To hold To Praise To please Sometimes I wish love was gentle and Softer That it didn't ask so much from me. One day I will find love that lets me stay exactly as I am.
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 4:58 AM UTC
Love with Rules
I do not love with conditions, but I love with expectations. To be heard like the melody you know by heart, To be seen like the North Star you navigate by, To be held like the worn teddy bear you could never forget. And from this soil, my hope unfolds— the fragile,daring dream to be loved as you have never loved before. To become not just another, but the one you cannot lose.
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Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 6:09 AM UTC
Irreplaceable
Will you grow to hate me? Resent me? Never visit? I try to do things differently, but parenting’s hard, isn’t it? Probably when you’re older, I’ll know I should’ve been more fun– but still, I’ll try to fix it. We can’t say what’s done is done. You’ll always be my baby, no matter how old you are. I love our nighttime lullabies, my Bodak Yellow little star. I hope you stay this hard-headed, independent – slightly mean. Never giving in to authority without investigating the whole scene. Every day I struggle, and question if I’m right, but I feel a little better when you’re sleeping peacefully at night. I still get good morning kisses, goodbye hugs, and tantrums thrown‐ the most stubborn, humorous human I’ve ever got to know. One day, someday, maybe we’ll drink coffee or have tea. You can tell me about your childhood, and I’ll tell you what you mean to me.
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Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 12:07 PM UTC
Lovie
I need you to understand this single,unwavering truth. If I taste the salt of the ocean spray, or feel the sun’s first gentle touch on a dewy morning, if I hear a melody that cracks the sky open or hold a silence so deep it hums with the weight of the world— every sensation,every breath, becomes a map, and every map leads only to you. The world is not the world without you in it; it is merely a draft of a story,waiting for your name. But, if one day your heart grows quiet, if the light in your eyes for me dims and fades, my own heart will not beg. It will learn the art of silence, mimic your distance, and build a fortress from the absence you leave behind. If you ever let me go, do not expect to find a ghost of me pining at your door. I will have become the storm,not the shattered window. I will have taught my roots to thirst for a different rain, and I will grow toward a new sun,fierce and entire. However— if with every dawn,you choose me anew, if your soul reaches for mine in the chaos of the day, a constant,magnetic north, then,my love, know this: You have built a universe inside my chest. A supernova of impossible light. Every word you speak fans the eternal flame, and every touch is a baptism. I am yours not out of habit, but by destiny’s unbreakable decree. My love is not a candle to be snuffed out; it is the very oxygen that feeds the fire. And as long as your heart beats my name, I will be its echo,its rhythm, its unceasing reply. I will be the shelter around you and the ground beneath you, never leaving,always holding, forever yours.
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Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 4:09 PM UTC
Where My Love Anchors
I need you to understand this single,unwavering truth. If I taste the salt of the ocean spray, or feel the sun’s first gentle touch on a dewy morning, if I hear a melody that cracks the sky open or hold a silence so deep it hums with the weight of the world— every sensation,every breath, becomes a map, and every map leads only to you. The world is not the world without you in it; it is merely a draft of a story,waiting for your name. But, if one day your heart grows quiet, if the light in your eyes for me dims and fades, my own heart will not beg. It will learn the art of silence, mimic your distance, and build a fortress from the absence you leave behind. If you ever let me go, do not expect to find a ghost of me pining at your door. I will have become the storm,not the shattered window. I will have taught my roots to thirst for a different rain, and I will grow toward a new sun,fierce and entire. However— if with every dawn,you choose me anew, if your soul reaches for mine in the chaos of the day, a constant,magnetic north, then,my love, know this: You have built a universe inside my chest. A supernova of impossible light. Every word you speak fans the eternal flame, and every touch is a baptism. I am yours not out of habit, but by destiny’s unbreakable decree. My love is not a candle to be snuffed out; it is the very oxygen that feeds the fire. And as long as your heart beats my name, I will be its echo,its rhythm, its unceasing reply. I will be the shelter around you and the ground beneath you, never leaving,always holding, forever yours.
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It’s often said that men must stay strong through even their darkest battles. But what’s forgotten is that strength still lives in hands that tremble when reaching out for help. Women are told to remain soft, as if softness alone could prevent pain. Yet, when forced to pretend they aren’t breaking, time and time again, they begin to fracture, leaving behind sharp edges. Everyone hurts, even in languages they haven’t learned to speak. I’ve been offered love before, never whole, but in pieces people were willing to share. They loved the version of me that smiled easily, the one who folded herself small to fit neatly into their comfort zone. But I don’t fit. I never have. I test people, pull them from the safety of what they know into the wild of what they don’t. I don’t want love that arrives with a rule book. I can’t follow a checklist forged as care. I want to be truly seen. I want my scars to be tended to, without needing to be justified. I want to speak when I’m ready, and still be chosen in the silence. I want someone who stays when the hope is gone, when the quiet stretches too long, when I’m more tangled than anyone should ever be, when the walls I built to survive start to collapse. What even are humans without love? Just husks, souls trapped in bodies carrying stories no one will ever read. Screaming into a silence we’ve mistaken for normal. I don’t want a love that turns my bleeding into some symmetrical artwork to be analyzed. I want someone who sees the mess of my mind and doesn’t flinch. Someone who hears the tremble in my voice and leans in closer. I want a love that fits mine, not perfect or polished, just real. Just present. One that calms the noise I carry. I don’t want to earn love through performance. I want it returned, not earned, not bargained for, just given. Freely. Fully. Unconditionally. I need someone to hold me like I’m everything, especially in the moments I feel like nothing. That’s all I’ve ever searched for.
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Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 4:35 AM UTC
Love I’ve Desired
It’s often said that men must stay strong through even their darkest battles. But what’s forgotten is that strength still lives in hands that tremble when reaching out for help. Women are told to remain soft, as if softness alone could prevent pain. Yet, when forced to pretend they aren’t breaking, time and time again, they begin to fracture, leaving behind sharp edges. Everyone hurts, even in languages they haven’t learned to speak. I’ve been offered love before, never whole, but in pieces people were willing to share. They loved the version of me that smiled easily, the one who folded herself small to fit neatly into their comfort zone. But I don’t fit. I never have. I test people, pull them from the safety of what they know into the wild of what they don’t. I don’t want love that arrives with a rule book. I can’t follow a checklist forged as care. I want to be truly seen. I want my scars to be tended to, without needing to be justified. I want to speak when I’m ready, and still be chosen in the silence. I want someone who stays when the hope is gone, when the quiet stretches too long, when I’m more tangled than anyone should ever be, when the walls I built to survive start to collapse. What even are humans without love? Just husks, souls trapped in bodies carrying stories no one will ever read. Screaming into a silence we’ve mistaken for normal. I don’t want a love that turns my bleeding into some symmetrical artwork to be analyzed. I want someone who sees the mess of my mind and doesn’t flinch. Someone who hears the tremble in my voice and leans in closer. I want a love that fits mine, not perfect or polished, just real. Just present. One that calms the noise I carry. I don’t want to earn love through performance. I want it returned, not earned, not bargained for, just given. Freely. Fully. Unconditionally. I need someone to hold me like I’m everything, especially in the moments I feel like nothing. That’s all I’ve ever searched for.
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A place where silence is understood, Joy is shared, Love is endless, And you're never a burden— Only someone to be cherished. That’s the family we all dream of. Not everyone gets it, but everyone dreams of it— a family that understands your silence, spreads joy without reason, loves you beyond measure, and never lets you feel like a burden. An ideal family is not just a blessing… it's a rare kind of magic. Getting a loving family, Who understand your troubles without telling… Who make efforts to spread happiness… Who loves you more than you do… Who feels you as their responsibility but not a burden… An ideal family : Dream of every human being!!
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May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 1:06 AM UTC
A Home Beyond Words
What a reflection of my soul your heart must hold, In its depths, my spirit’s secrets are unrolled. Like a river that winds to the farthest shore, Your love calls me home, forevermore. In the quiet of your gaze, the universe lies, The stars themselves speak through your tender eyes. Your heart, a sanctuary, where time does cease, In your embrace, my soul finds peace. The world is but a shadow, fleeting and small, But in your love, I find the truth of it all. Your touch, a balm to my restless mind, A haven where my spirit is entwined. What a reflection of my soul your heart must be, In your love, I see all eternity. Boundless and pure, like the eternal sky, Together, we soar, where angels fly. For in your love, I have found my place, A home in your heart, a sacred space. What a reflection of my soul your heart must be, A mirror of my dreams, forever set free.
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May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 2:38 AM UTC
In the Sanctuary of Your Love
Makes a house a Home Woman, Wife Mother, for Life Greatest of all LOVE Inspired songs; 1) Let It.Be By The Beatles “Let it be” is an universally relatable message Many interpreted as the warmth and peace of unconditional love from a mother. 2) You’ll Be In My Heart (mother) By Phil Collins 3) Song For Mam By Boyz II Men Free Verse /Modern Haiku A modern haiku, like their traditional counterpart are short, focused on a single, a vocative moment or experience. They often use strong imagery to create an impression on the reader. While the 5 – 7– 5 syllable structure is often considered a starting point for traditional haiku modern haiku, poets are often experimenting with different line lengths and syllable counts. According to the haiku foundation and the poetry foundation. Traditional haiku have to do in nature.. While other types deal with human nature. It can be confusing, identifying the different types of haiku without, The poet. Haiku is a wonderful expression of poetry. English haiku differs from Japanese haiku as the language gives a different syllable count. I call this poem a modern haiku in that it is using the theme of human frailty instead of nature, even given the option of a different line syllable length as a traditionalist fundamental structure should not be altered. Three lines syllable count 5-7-5
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May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 9:10 AM UTC
Mother
"would you still love me if I was a worm" she asked him "of course" he replied "how would you show your love to my worm self" she inquires "I would buy you an incubator and fill it up with moist dirt" "I would feed you every day" "I would pet your little worm self" "I would talk to you and tell you what's happening in life" "I would tell you all the office drama" "I would keep your incubator on my nightstand so you can sleep next to me at night" "so, yes, I would love you if you were a worm"
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May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 9:07 AM UTC
if I was a worm
true love looks different for everyone here's what it looks like for me good morning and good night texts listen to me when i can't stop talking hold me when i can't find the words to express myself tell dumb jokes to make me laugh accept me for me laugh at my dumb jokes write poems for me understand that i need lots of cuddles and that sometimes i can't stand being touched don't pretend to be normal, be your weird self dance with me in the rain love me unconditionally accept that i am not a boy or girl if you love me hard and show it i'll love you hard and show it
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May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 8:31 AM UTC
what true love looks like
You're Here You're here with me Still there Even when we are in silence Even when we are bored Even when we are sad Even when we are mad at each other Even when we fight Even when we hate each other You're still here And I will Trust me, I will I will be with you Forever And ever I love you And I always will I will love you unconditionally
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Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC
You're Here
You called me darling, a name just for me, A love so pure, as deep as the sea. No matter how busy, you always found time, To play, to laugh, to make life shine. You brought me chocolates, a sweet little treat, Never once letting me feel incomplete. No wish was too big, no dream too far, You moved mountains to gift me the stars. Through sleepless nights, you held my hand, When I was weak, you’d help me stand. If I was hungry, you’d go without, Your love, unwavering, beyond all doubt. In my darkest hour, you were my light, A guiding star burning ever so bright. With every answer, with every care, You made me fearless, beyond despair. People call me strong, they don’t see, That you were the one who built that in me. No man, no force could bring me down, For you made me a queen, deserving a crown. But now you're gone, and I feel so alone, The one love I had, the truest I've known. The world feels empty, cold and wide, Without you standing by my side. Yet, deep inside, your strength remains, In every heartbeat, in every vein. Though I can’t see you, I know you’re near, Whispering "darling," calm and clear. So I’ll stand tall, though my heart may ache, For you gave me a strength no one can take. And when I falter, when I fall, I’ll hear your voice—your love through all.
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Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 7:35 AM UTC
My Darling, My Dad
I don’t wish to close my eyes while you sleep. I don’t wish for time to slip away while you smile. I wish to fall asleep by your side if one day it rains. I love your white essence, and also your dark one. I love when you give yourself in parts, and also when you give yourself completely. I love your tenderness, and also your hardness. A tiny body, but a soul of greatness. A dark past, but a radiant present. A deep toughness, but an incomparable kindness. A little shy, but of immeasurable courage.
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Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 6:05 AM UTC
Unconditional
Seeker, tell me— what is gold to one who sees only silver? Am I the fool for trading, or is she blind to balancing silver with gold? Even knowing this, still, I throw my gold upon the scales— because love is a gift, not a debt to be repaid. But heed this, Seeker— love is not a bargain; it is a mirror. Only love must redeem love.
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Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 5:00 PM UTC
Fool’s Gift: Love Without Debt
I love you when you're cold, I love you when your back turns, I love you when I disappear in the room, I love you when you promise me change and don't. I love you even when it hurts- too much, maybe that's the problem
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Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 8:57 PM UTC
I Love You
Foolish love, they say, is blind, Stumbling on hope, leaving sense behind, It gives and gives, without a care, Even when it’s left bare, stripped and unfair. But what if love were pure like a child, Unscathed by the world, open and wild? With eyes that see not flaws but dreams, And hearts that dance to endless streams? For in my love for you, I find, A foolishness that’s sweetly kind, I know not the risks, nor guard my heart, But trust in you right from the start. I love without a second thought, As a child would, love unbought, Innocent and free from fear, My heart beats loud when you are near. So let my foolish love be wise, Through childlike laughter, unguarded skies, For though the world may see it flawed, In your light, my foolish love is awed.
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Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 4:13 AM UTC
To A?e?u?a: A Love Like Child's Play
I love you not for what you do, Or how you make my heart feel new. Not for the light you cast my way, Or the warmth that fills my day. I love you simply, deeply so, In ways you may not even know. For who you are, for just being there, A presence I’m honored to share. In the space where doubt resides, Love stretches out, undivides. Unshaken by what’s yet unseen, I hold you close, pure and serene. No need for promises, no grand demands, Just open hearts and holding hands. For love, when true, is never done— It’s a river, ever flowing, always one. So here we stand, in moments unsure, And still, my love remains secure. For in this uncertain, shifting hue, I love, simply because you’re you.
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Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 5:22 PM UTC
In the Space Between
I used to put my faith into these numbers. Wishing, hoping and dreaming that time could define A perfect life with you…. and still It doesn’t make sense to look back, and think that 11:11 was just that. “Make a wish” in text, sent every night, Not a superstition and more than a time. It was my way of saying that I truly love you, and our dreams and our hopes will grow to be true. I 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 to have faith
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May 9, 2024
May 9, 2024 at 3:55 AM UTC
11:11
Came I hither with all the gold possess'd, Came I hither with all the wisdom gain'd, Came I hither with all the truth and jest, Beauty, health, kindness, luck, thou'd'st have complain'd That I came hither with an underhand Desire of something greater thus exchang'd, Unable to conceive or understand How one who offers free is not derang'd. Came I hither with all the gold possess'd, And came I bearing rubies and pearls, too, Came I hither bearing all the rest To thine own mortal self, still erring true; Came I hither, and ask'd nothing, giving All that I have, and more, and still I err, For the Lord ask'd nothing of the living, But sacrifice is matter of a cur. Mistrusting as you do, with sense, I see, Love's made not for this world, nor I for thee.
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Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 7:24 PM UTC
On giving freely
i do well with criteria, i must confess, it acts as a guideline to avoid a mess, i always fulfill criteria with dedication, to earn your love, my aspiration. but anxiety takes hold within my heart, when love is shown without a chart, without standards to guide your affection, i question if it's really a genuine connection. if you were to leave, i'd blame my own strife, my inadequacy would be the result of this life, for without criteria to prove my worth, then i am nothing but a piece of dirt.
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Jul 2, 2023
Jul 2, 2023 at 5:34 AM UTC
criteria
Who gave you the idea That love is all about romance? Love can be towards anybody In this massive planet Whether it be your parents Or grandparents Or siblings Or cousins and relatives Or even friends And apart from these people Love can exist in other forms too Helping an elderly gentleman or lady Cross a busy road full of speeding vehicles? That's love Running a langar to feed the poor and needy? That's love Running an NGO to treat cancer patients As well as rehabilitate them after treatment And engage them in useful work? That's love Cancelling your job interview To take a victim of a road accident to the hospital? That's love Dropping your colleague off at his/her home after work? That's love Standing up to a bully who is picking on a few kids? That's love Feeding chapattis and biscuits to a few cats on the street? That's love Again, who gave you the idea That love is all about romance?
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Jul 2, 2022
Jul 2, 2022 at 10:30 AM UTC
Love Isn't All About Romance
Oh...To live with love..always... Without having to be reassured each day.. Just to live knowing you shared great love that can't be changed by anything..that you loved and were loved to the fullest.. in every possible way.. To have eternal love.. That you carry in your heart all your life.. long after they are gone..
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Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 8:22 AM UTC
Eternal love