I went in search of love
which was not there.
But what I found
was truly rare,
made my search worthwhile.

For I found -

      A protector
      A guide
      A friend
      A brother.

We are not born with fire—
we choose it.
In the silence of doubt,
in the ache of waking pain,
we reach for a flame
that doesn’t burn,
but builds.

Some of us burn
not to destroy,
but to light paths
no one dared walk before.
We carve names into time
with trembling hands
and unwavering hearts.

Creation is not in limbs,
but in vision.
In the breath that shapes words,
in the mind that dares to dream
even as the body folds.

But even fire,
no matter how bright,
must one day soften
into ember.
Even warriors
deserve a gentle sunset.

So when peace calls your name—
when stillness becomes the goal,
not the obstacle—
may you rest with pride,
not regret.

For the world remembers
those who chose to live
with courage,
to create in the dark,
to love in the storm.

And to my friend,
who walks with wisdom and weight,
know this:

You are not fading.
You are finishing—
and every step leaves warmth behind.

In her presence,
a quiet dawn breaks,
soft and steady,
like the first light of day.

Her heart speaks in whispers,
a language I’ve always known,
no words needed,
just a feeling,
like the earth calling me home.

Her smile is the calm
that stills the storm inside,
a gentle breeze on a restless sea,
where I can find peace,
where I can finally breathe.

She holds the weight of the world
with a grace that never falters,
turning every moment
into something warm,
something true.

I don’t need to understand it all—
I just need to feel it,
this quiet, tender magic
that wraps itself around me,
whispering that it’s okay
to simply be.

And in her gaze,
there’s a garden,
where every part of me can grow,
where every shadow finds its light,
and I can rest
in the softness of her soul.

She looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,
Like a cover of a magazine, she shines, so serene.
Her eyes held a world that i couldn’t understand ,
A vision of beauty, slipping like sand.

I stood, caught in that fleeting, fragile space,
Where nothing was real, but I still gave chase.
She was the sun, I the fading moon,
In her light, I lost myself too soon.

"She looks like a dream," the words echo in my mind,
A perfect illusion, but no place for me to find.
I tried to fit, I tried to be whole,
But I didn’t belong—just a shadow, a soul.

I reached for her, but she slipped through my hands,
A face in a crowd, lost in distant lands.
I never showed her the depth I had inside,
I hid my true self—kept my heart denied.

And now I’m here, trapped in the past,
The dream’s a nightmare, and I’m outclassed.
I see her face, but she’s never near,
A memory, a ghost I hold dear.

The silence screams louder than words,
In my head, the pain echoes like birds.
I wonder, could I have made it right?
Or was I always meant to fade from sight?

This cage I built, too tight to breathe,
I locked myself in, no way to leave.
And now she’s gone—no touch, no sound,
Just an echo, a feeling, trapped and bound.

I dream of her, but she doesn’t see,
The boy I was, who could never be.
And so I stay, haunted by a face,
The prettiest dream, but I don’t fit in that place.

I wish I could forget, wish I could flee,
But every night, she’s all I see.
Trapped in the dream, with no way out,
Loneliness whispers, it’s all I’m about.

I live and love as if reborn—
a soul unclenched, no longer torn.
The skies toast me with silver cheers,
a prayer answered through the years.

They come—those laughs, those quiet grins,
in giggles, bursts, and subtle spins.
Joy spills from me, a song unplanned,
like heaven kissed my throat by hand.

Love lives in me, unmasked, awake,
no echo now, no smile that’s fake.
This flight—unreal, yet somehow true—
feels like the stars are shining through.

So bless me once, then bless me more—
this heart has found an open door.
Alive at last, and every time,
my pulse recites a warmer rhyme.

And now—farewell to cries and drains,
the ghosts of sleepless, silent pains.
I’ve stitched my wounds with threads of grace,
and kissed the shadows from my face.

A fresh start waits with arms spread wide—
a softer path, a gentler tide.
Let love come near, with light that stays,
in hugs and hopes and golden days.

Watch me drift, a flame unchained,
laughing where the stars have rained.
The sky broke open just for me—
yes, life still burns—
but now, I burn to be.