The one who stands unwavering,
Through every storm and restless tide,
Who turns your troubles into whispers,
And wipes your tears with pride.

She works in silence, day and night,
So you can rise and shine,
A beacon in your darkest hours,
Her love, the brightest light.

In a world of false promises,
She is the one true vow,
A rare rose without a thorn,
Blooming where no others grow.

She walks barefoot on shattered glass,
Clearing every jagged piece,
Bearing wounds she never shows,
So your path remains at peace.

She is careless when it comes to herself,
But careful when it’s you,
She carries your worries like her own,
And makes the heavy feel light too.

She pushes you beyond your limits,
So you never fear the test,
For life will throw its hardest trials,
And she’ll make sure you’re prepared best.

You’ll never know the weight she bears,
Unless you stand where she once stood,
She breaks the walls of fear and doubt,
And turns them into something good.

She shields you when the cold winds blow,
Yet never asks for warmth in return,
She gives, she bends, she quietly breaks—
Yet asks for nothing in return.

Yes, I speak of your greatest warrior,
The one who makes you strong,
The iron woman, the gentle light—
Your mother, all along.

Love—so pure, yet so painful.
It either breaks you or makes you whole.
It distracts from sorrow,
Yet can be the source of it.

We dance in the rain,
Our time never wasted, never in vain.
Sharing a single meal, dividing every bite—This is all we can afford, my love.

I have little to give, and I won’t pretend otherwise.
I can’t offer you the moon or the stars,
But I’ll light a lantern to guide our way.
We’ll build a small home, just enough for us—A tiny door, but endless space in our hearts.

No gold, no silver—just us.
Rich in love, standing tall without wealth.
Through the coldest winters, I’ll never leave,
And in every spring, I’ll celebrate you.
No grand journeys, no cars speeding away,
But under snowy skies, I’ll always stay.

With all my heart, I love you.
No riches, no grandeur—just this promise.
This simple, ordinary poem is yours,
Forever belonging to you, my love.

Love—so tender, yet bittersweet,
A force that mends, yet breaks with ease.
It soothes the soul in moments brief,
Yet leaves behind the deepest grief.

We dance beneath the silver rain,
Where time is never spent in vain.
A humble meal, a modest share,
Yet love alone sustains us there.

I cannot promise worlds so grand,
Nor place the stars within your hand.
But in the glow of lantern light,
We'll build a home, serene and bright.

No wealth defines the love we weave,
For riches fade, but hearts believe.
Through winter’s chill and springtime’s bloom,
I vow to stand, through light and gloom.

No gilded throne, no vast domain,
Yet in your arms, all joys remain.
This simple verse, though plain and true,
Belongs forever, love, to you.

When do you think was the last time we hugged?
When do you think was the last time we kissed and cuddled?
Yeah, it hasn't been so many days,
But trust me, I’m already breaking in a thousand ways.
Don’t — don’t just walk in front of me,
You’re my neighbor, and it’s killing me.
Why did it have to end like this?
Was I not as pretty as the other girls you kissed?
Why did you break my heart like it was nothing?
Are you even human to hurt me this stunningly?
You changed the way I looked at the world,
The flower bloomed, new to the world.
It only knew warmth, like a mother's care,
It never imagined cruelty could be there.
But now the petals wither, no light, no rain,
And you call it "exaggerating" — was love just a game?
Then I know… you never knew love.
I saw you at the same café, sipping cappuccino,
You looked through me like I was a ghost you used to know.
Was I not kind enough, not sweet enough to taste?
Did the pancakes I made feel like a bitter mistake?
The scarf I knitted with love — did it not warm you through?
Did I ever mean anything to you?
They say drugs are the worst addiction,
But you were worse — a pain with no prescription.
The love I gave — pure and kind,
Now the lens I see the world through is painfully blind.
Even if I heal, I know one thing for sure…
The scars you left, love won’t ever cure.
They say drugs are the worst addiction,
But you were worse — a pain with no prescription.
The love I gave — pure and kind,
Now the lens I see the world through is painfully blind.
Even if I heal, I know one thing for sure…
The scars you left, love won’t ever cure.
The flower never knew the world could be cruel,
It thought love was pure, but you broke every rule.
And now the bloom has faded, like a dream undone,
But you’ll never know love — because you never loved anyone.
I might move on, someday, I swear…
But the damage in my heart? — No love can repair.