In love, there lies a tender break,
A fragile thread we dare not shake.
It trembles soft within the heart,
A whispered doubt, a flickered spark.
A tenderness in tender grace,
That shows our most vulnerable place.
Not in the strength of love we stand,
But in the trembling of our hand.
It is the fear when silence falls,
The weight of words we dare not call.
The ache of holding love too tight,
Afraid to lose it in the night.
It is the doubt that creeps within,
The moment love may start to thin.
Yet in this fragility, we find,
A bond that’s deeper, intertwined.
For love’s true power lies not in might,
But in the courage to face the night.
In softness, love is made more pure,
A quiet strength, uncertain, sure.
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She is a calm and collected soul, deeply drawn to the beauty of art, nature, and poetry. Her days are painted with vibrant strokes of creativity and quiet moments of reflection, often inspired by the gentle elegance of flowers, forests, waterfalls and other beautiful creations. She finds solace and wonder in exploring new landscapes, where the whisper of the wind, the gushing of rivers, the strength of breezes, and the rustle of leaves spark her imagination.
She has authored a book titled “Success and Personal Fulfillment,” a life-changing work filled with carefully crafted sentences for her thoughtful readers. To her, every single word carries power and meaning—words can heal or break. She also has a collection of poems, “The Vase and Other Poems,” published on Wattpad (Truezz), all written on the spur of the moment. She also has varied stories on her Facebook page.
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