I choose heart first, always, no matter the fight,  
Through darkest doubts and shadows of night,  
When fear whispers lies, and silence screams loud,  
Love is my compass, unbroken, unbowed.  

No matter the battles that tear at the seams,  
The fights that shake dreams and unravel our themes,  
I walk through the fire, through storms that will blaze,  
Because love is the power that brightens the haze.  

When the world feels heavy and hope seems thin,  
When voices of doubt try pulling me in,  
I hold to the truth that beats in my chest,  
That loving with courage is loving the best.  

It’s not just a feeling, a fleeting glance,  
But a fierce kind of grace that dares to dance,  
With scars on its wings and strength in its song,  
A force that reminds me where I belong.  

So even when fears rise like tides to the shore,  
And questions crash hard, shaking me to my core,  
I stand tall and steady, with heart open wide,  
Because love is the place where my soul can’t hide.  

Heart first, always, through laughter and pain,  
Through loss and through joy, sunshine and rain,  
No matter what comes, what breaks or makes whole,  
Love is the anchor, the fire, the goal.  

So here I am, fearless, willing to give,  
To live and to love, to truly forgive,  
Because love leads the way through the darkest night,  
And I choose heart first, always, with all of my might.  

The chaos that feels like home,  
Where wild hearts wander, never alone,  
A storm that rages with tender fire,  
A love that burns with fierce desire.  

In every clash, in every fight,  
There’s something sacred in the night,  
A rhythm pulsing through the pain,  
A dance beneath the falling rain.  

It’s messy, loud, and sometimes raw,  
Yet in that chaos, I find the law,  
The law of love that won’t let go,  
A fierce embrace, both high and low.  

When worlds collide and tempers flare,  
I hold you close, I’m always there,  
Because in the noise, the storm, the rush,  
Is where I find my quiet hush.  

This chaos is my wildest grace,  
The only place I want to face,  
The imperfect love that feels so true,  
The beautiful madness found in you.  

No calm could ever match this flame,  
No silence ever sound the same,  
For in the chaos, fierce and free,  
Is where you live, and where I’ll be.  

So let the world spin out of frame,  
Let thunder roar and call your name,  
For in this love, both wild and known,  
I’ve found my heart, my soul, my home.  

I choose heart over headaches,  
When the weight of words cuts deep,  
When frustration burns like wildfire,  
And silence is hard to keep.  

I hold forgiveness like a lantern,  
A light that softly glows,  
Guiding me through storms of anger,  
Where bitterness grows and flows.  

Because love is not perfection,  
Nor absence of pain or fight,  
It’s choosing to heal the fractures,  
To find peace in the night.  

When tempers flare and shadows rise,  
And storms cloud clearer skies,  
I lean into grace, though weary,  
With hope that never dies.  

Forgiveness is my quiet battle,  
A fight that feels so tough,  
But stronger than all the headaches,  
Is the power of love enough.  

To let go of the grudges,  
To soften where it aches,  
To choose the heart’s loud beating,  
Over every headache it makes.  

For in that choice I find my freedom,  
A healing gentle and true,  
And in the space between the chaos,  
I find my way back to you.  

So when the world grows heavy,  
And all I want is rest,  
I crown my heart with forgiveness,  
And give my soul its best.  

When love feels too much to bear,  
Like mountains resting on my care,  
I carry all the weight, the storm,  
Yet in my hands, you keep me warm.  

The burden presses on my chest,  
A fierce and unrelenting test,  
But still I hold, I do not break,  
For love is more than pain can take.  

It’s every sleepless night I fight,  
The silent tears that hide from light,  
The heavy breath that won’t let go,  
A river deep beneath the snow.  

When doubts arise like crashing waves,  
And fear tries locking all the caves,  
I reach within, find steady ground,  
Where love’s true pulse is always found.  

Though sometimes overwhelmed and lost,  
I pay the price, I bear the cost,  
Because love asks for sacrifice,  
A fragile flame, a steady vice.  

So here I stand, though worn and torn,  
With heart that aches but still is sworn,  
To carry all, to hold you near,  
Even when love feels too much, dear.  

For in this weight, this heavy load,  
Is where I find my truest road,  
A path where strength and softness blend,  
Where love begins, and never ends.  

Fires of doubt, flames of desire,  
A heart caught dancing on a wire,  
Burning bright yet trembling low,  
In the space where fear and longing grow.  

Passion surges, wild and free,  
Yet whispers question what will be,  
Insecurity’s shadow casts a veil,  
A fragile heart begins to pale.  

I reach for you through smoky haze,  
Torn between hope and endless maze,  
Desire’s fire ignites the night,  
But doubt dims softly fading light.  

Every touch is both a spark,  
And a tremble deep within the dark,  
Love’s fierce flame, a tender burn,  
Where fear and yearning twist and turn.  

I hold this blaze inside my chest,  
A battle that will not find rest,  
But in the fire’s crackling song,  
I find a place where I belong.  

For love is never simple or clear,  
It’s made of doubt, desire, and fear,  
A raging storm, a whispered prayer,  
A flame that’s fragile, fierce, and rare.  

So let the fires dance and sway,  
Let flames of doubt not sweep away,  
The burning truth that draws me near,  
To you, my love, both doubt and dear.  

To open wide, to bare the soul,  
Is to step beyond the safety's hold,  
To walk a path without a net,  
To risk the fall, the deep regret.  

Heart first, I leap into the unknown,  
Into the wild where seeds are sown,  
Where every breath feels sharp and raw,  
Where love demands I break the law.  

The law of walls built thick and high,  
That guard the pain, the whispered cry,  
But love’s fierce flame, it calls me near,  
To face the dark, to conquer fear.  

I tremble as I take the dive,  
To be alive, to feel, to strive,  
Though wounds may come, and scars may stay,  
The risk is worth what love might say.  

For in the fall, in every bruise,  
Are lessons only heart can choose,  
To trust again, to dare believe,  
That love can heal and not deceive.  

So here I stand, no safety found,  
But in your arms, my soul is bound,  
To risk it all, to trust, to start,  
With open hands and open heart.  

Because to live is to let go,  
To fall and rise, to learn and grow,  
And though the risk may shake my core,  
Heart first, always, forevermore.  
  

Love’s fragile armor, woven thin,  
A shield against the world’s harsh din,  
Protecting what is soft and true,  
The tender heart that beats for you.  

It’s not made of iron, cold and hard,  
But gentle strength, though battle-scarred,  
A fragile force that still defends,  
Though broken pieces try to mend.  

Each layer holds a whispered vow,  
To guard the heart, here and now,  
To keep safe what’s precious inside,  
Though sometimes fear and doubt collide.  

This armor bends with every touch,  
Yet holds firm when the world’s too much,  
A paradox of strength and grace,  
A tender fortress in its place.  

I wear it not to keep you out,  
But to protect what love’s about,  
The vulnerability we share,  
The sacred space beyond despair.  

Though delicate, it stands so tall,  
A testament through rise and fall,  
To love that’s brave, that dares to fight,  
To hold you close through darkest night.  

So in this armor, soft and worn,  
Lie battles lost and lessons born,  
And in its fragile, shining light,  
Love’s gentle power takes its flight.  
  

Jealousy’s silent tears fall slow,  
A quiet river no one knows,  
Beneath the fierce and guarding eyes,  
A softer heart that softly cries.  

It’s not the rage that steals the night,  
But shadows veiled from outward sight,  
A trembling soul that holds so tight,  
To love, to fear, to endless fight.  

Behind the walls of sharp defense,  
Lies tender pain, a deep suspense,  
The ache to keep what feels so dear,  
Yet haunted by unspoken fear.  

Jealousy wears a warrior’s face,  
But underneath, a fragile place,  
Where doubts whisper and doubts appear,  
And silent tears fall without fear.  

It’s longing wrapped in quiet grief,  
A need for love beyond belief,  
The ache to know, to hold, to stay,  
Yet scared that love might slip away.  

So when the fire of anger blazes,  
Remember all those hidden phases,  
The tears that no one ever sees,  
The trembling heart beneath the breeze.  

For jealousy’s silent tears are proof,  
Of love that’s scared, aloof, yet truth,  
That even in the fiercest fight,  
Lies a heart that hopes for light.  

And in those tears, so soft, so clear,  
Lives the longing to hold you near,  
A love both wild and quietly dear,  
Jealousy’s silent tears, sincere.  
  

Broken but beating, heart still alive,  
Wounded and weathered, yet I survive,  
Love imperfect, scarred by time,  
But still it sings its ragged rhyme.  

Fragments of trust, shattered and torn,  
Still whisper hope with each new dawn,  
A fragile flame that will not die,  
Flickering strong beneath the sky.  

Not flawless, never without pain,  
Yet beating steady through the rain,  
The cracks are where the light gets in,  
Revealing strength beneath the skin.  

Love, a battle, bruised and real,  
Not just what hearts want to feel,  
But all the mess and all the fight,  
The endless dark, the searching light.  

So here I stand, with all my flaws,  
Embracing every jagged cause,  
Because broken does not mean done,  
My heart still races with the sun.  

It beats for you, it beats for me,  
For every hope we cannot see,  
For imperfect love, for wounds that heal,  
For every truth we dare to feel.  

Broken but beating, this is my song,  
A testament that we belong,  
Alive in all our messy parts,  
Love imperfect, beating hearts.  
  

The doubt that keeps me loving, sharp and real,  
A restless whisper I can’t help but feel,  
It carves its lines into my beating chest,  
A fragile ache that never lets me rest.  

Uncertainty’s shadow in every glance,  
A trembling heart caught in love’s dance,  
It twists and turns, it bends and breaks,  
Yet deep inside, devotion wakes.  

How strange to love through veils of fear,  
To hold you close, yet never clear,  
If what we have will hold or fade,  
Or drift away like shadows made.  

This doubt is not a poison cold,  
But fire that keeps the embers bold,  
It sharpens every breath I take,  
Each moment precious, no mistake.  

Because to love without a doubt,  
Is to live a heart shut out,  
But to embrace the unsure way,  
Is to find strength in every day.  

So here I stand, torn and true,  
Loving the me, loving the you,  
In every question, in every plea,  
The doubt that keeps me loving fiercely.  

It humbles me and lifts me high,  
A sacred ache beneath the sky,  
And through the fog, through night and day,  
My love remains — come what may.  
  

Heart over hurdles, every time,  
When life throws stones, when mountains climb,  
I choose to love despite the fall,  
To rise again and give my all.  

The road is rough, the path unclear,  
Yet love remains my loudest cheer,  
It whispers soft when doubts surround,  
A steady pulse, a steady sound.  

Obstacles may block my way,  
But love ignites the darkest day,  
It breaks the walls, it builds the bridge,  
It lifts me up from any ridge.  

When storms rage wild, when fears collide,  
Love is the fire that won’t subside,  
It gives me strength to stand and fight,  
To hold you close, to hold on tight.  

Each hurdle faced, each tear I shed,  
Are lessons learned and fears outbred,  
For love is not a fragile bloom,  
But rooted deep, it can consume.  

So when the world says turn away,  
I walk toward you, come what may,  
For love is choice, a sacred vow,  
To stand with you here and now.  

Heart over hurdles, bold and true,  
I choose this love, I choose you,  
No matter what the world may say,  
Love finds a path, love finds a way.  
  

Fighting for us, when words collide,  
When storms rage wild and hurt won’t hide,  
Each clash a promise, fierce and true,  
That no matter what, I’ll fight for you.  

In the heat of every bitter night,  
When shadows fall and block the light,  
Our hearts still beat, though wounds may sting,  
Love’s battle cry continues to ring.  

We stumble, fall, but never break,  
Each fight a chance, a choice we make,  
To stay, to hold, to understand,  
To reach for hope with trembling hands.  

It’s not perfection that we seek,  
But strength in moments when we’re weak,  
In every tear and angry shout,  
Love whispers softly, casting doubt out.  

Fighting for us means standing tall,  
Through every rise and every fall,  
It means the pain, the tears, the scars,  
Are just the proof of who we are.  

Two souls entwined in fiery dance,  
Risking all for one more chance,  
To find the peace beyond the pain,  
To love again, and love again.  

So when the world tries to pull apart,  
Know that you hold my fighting heart,  
No battle fierce enough to sever,  
The vow I make to fight forever.  
  

The beautiful struggle of us, raw and true,  
Loving imperfect, but loving through,  
Every flaw and every fight,  
Every shadow, every light.  

We are not perfect, never claimed,  
But in this chaos, love’s untamed,  
A dance of broken hearts that mend,  
A story with no final end.  

Through whispered doubts and tear-streaked nights,  
Through tangled words and fading lights,  
We hold on tight despite the scars,  
Our love still reaching for the stars.  

It’s messy, wild, and sometimes loud,  
Yet in it all, we stand unbowed,  
For every struggle shapes our grace,  
And every fault makes sacred space.  

We fall, we rise, again, again,  
A circle drawn through joy and pain,  
And in this imperfect give and take,  
A masterpiece we choose to make.  

The beautiful struggle of you and me,  
Not always easy, but always free,  
To love without apology,  
To fight for fragile honesty.  

So here we are, imperfect and bright,  
Two souls entwined in endless night,  
The beautiful struggle of our love’s dance,  
A chance to fall, a chance to chance.  
  

When my heart breaks, it still beats for you,  
Through shattered dreams and skies of blue,  
Even when the night feels cold and long,  
Love’s stubborn pulse beats fierce and strong.  

Pieces fall, but still I stand,  
Holding on with trembling hands,  
Each crack a story, every scar,  
A testament to who we are.  

The pain cuts deep, but so does hope,  
A lifeline stretched, a fragile rope,  
Between the past and what could be,  
Love’s quiet fight inside of me.  

Even in darkness, even in doubt,  
My heart beats loud, refusing to bow out,  
For love is not just joy or bliss,  
It’s holding on when times feel amiss.  

So though the breaking breaks me down,  
I wear my pain like a royal crown,  
Because through hurt, my heart still sees,  
A future born from memories.  

When my heart breaks, it still beats for you,  
A vow unspoken, pure and true,  
No matter what the world may do,  
This love endures, forever new.  
  

Jealous eyes that watch with fire’s flame,  
Loving hands that speak your name,  
Two worlds collide in every touch,  
A paradox that hurts so much.  

Desire burns with fierce delight,  
Yet shadows whisper in the night,  
Insecurity’s quiet cry,  
Hidden deep where secrets lie.  

Your gaze, a tempest wild and deep,  
Where longing wakes and doubts do creep,  
Fingers trace with tender care,  
Yet underneath, a silent snare.  

The ache of wanting, wanting more,  
Afraid to lose what you adore,  
Hands that hold, yet sometimes cling,  
Jealousy’s bittersweet sting.  

It’s love wrapped in a fragile shell,  
A story only hearts can tell,  
How passion’s fire and fear entwine,  
A dance both cruel and divine.  

But through the chaos, love still stands,  
In jealous eyes and loving hands,  
A fragile bond that’s born to grow,  
Even when the fears still show.  

So here we are, imperfect and true,  
Navigating me and you,  
Jealous eyes, loving hands combined,  
A love that’s messy, raw, and kind.  
  

The vulnerability of holding on,  
When all the light feels faint and gone,  
The courage carved from deepest fear,  
To love so loud when none can hear.  

It’s trembling hands that won’t let go,  
A fragile heart that dares to show,  
That even when the world feels cold,  
Love’s story still remains untold.  

To hold on tight through storms that rage,  
To write our truth on every page,  
Though shadows whisper “walk away,”  
We choose to fight, to love, to stay.  

In every crack, in every tear,  
There lies a strength so fierce, so clear,  
The kind that blooms from broken ground,  
Where hope and hurt are both unbound.  

It takes a soul both brave and kind,  
To hold the love that’s hard to find,  
To trust the heart when doubts are near,  
And face the pain without retreating fear.  

The vulnerability of holding on,  
Is the greatest strength that love has drawn,  
A quiet roar, a steadfast flame,  
That calls us gently by our name.  

So here I stand, with open arms,  
Embracing all your flaws and charms,  
Knowing love’s a wild unknown,  
But I am brave because I’m not alone.  
  

Clashing souls in fiery storm,  
Words like thunder, sharp and warm,  
When tempers flare and voices rise,  
We see the hurt behind the eyes.  

Hearts collide in battle’s roar,  
Yet reach for peace worth fighting for,  
Though storms may rage and skies grow dark,  
We find the light within the spark.  

In every shout, a silent plea,  
To understand, to let love be,  
Though broken words may wound and sting,  
Our souls still dance, our hearts still sing.  

We clash, we break, we fall apart,  
Yet heal again, two beating hearts,  
Merging slowly, thread by thread,  
Building bridges from what’s said.  

It’s not perfection that we crave,  
But honesty that helps us brave  
The spaces where our fears reside,  
And love that won’t be pushed aside.  

So even when the night is long,  
And we can’t find the right or wrong,  
We hold on tight through every fight,  
Two souls entwined in endless light.  

Clashing souls but hearts that blend,  
In love that fights to never end,  
Through every storm, through every scar,  
We find ourselves exactly where we are.  
  

Love that burns with fierce desire,  
A blazing, wild and untamed fire,  
It sears the skin, it scorches deep,  
Yet cradles hearts in warmth to keep.  

It stings like thorns beneath the rose,  
Yet soothes the ache no one else knows,  
A paradox of hurt and grace,  
A tender touch in fiery space.  

The flames consume, then gently fade,  
Leaving embers that never jade,  
A constant heat, a steady glow,  
Where passion’s river loves to flow.  

It’s pain and comfort intertwined,  
A dance of hearts and souls aligned,  
Sometimes it burns, sometimes it heals,  
In every scar, a love that feels.  

Love that shouts and whispers low,  
In every high and every low,  
It’s not just calm, it’s wild and raw,  
A sacred wound, a silent awe.  

So when the fire threatens to consume,  
Remember how it lights the room,  
For love that burns and soothes is true,  
An endless flame between me and you.  
  

The heart’s uncharted map unfolds,  
No compass here, no tales told,  
Just whispered dreams and hopeful signs,  
Tracing love through jagged lines.  

No guide to show the winding way,  
No promised dawn, no perfect day,  
Just faith that lights the darkest night,  
And courage born from purest light.  

We wander through the unknown space,  
With trembling steps and slow embrace,  
Each moment marked by joy and fear,  
Yet still we hold what’s most sincere.  

The paths we take may twist and turn,  
Through lessons hard and hearts that yearn,  
But in the maze of doubt and hope,  
Love is the thread that helps us cope.  

No map can chart the soul’s true course,  
No map can tame love’s mighty force,  
It’s wild, it’s raw, it’s undefined,  
A mystery etched within the mind.  

So here we stand, unarmed, unplanned,  
With hearts as guides, and open hands,  
Trusting in the winds that blow,  
To places only love can know.  

The heart’s uncharted map we weave,  
In every breath, in every leave,  
A journey without end or start,  
Led always by the fearless heart.  
  

Doubt and devotion, tangled tight,  
Two sides dancing in fading light,  
One whispers fear in quiet tone,  
The other builds a sacred throne.  

Doubt creeps in with shadowed eyes,  
Tracing scars beneath the skies,  
It questions love’s unsteady ground,  
Echoes of what’s lost, not found.  

Yet devotion, fierce and true,  
Holds on tightly, breaks right through,  
A steadfast flame against the night,  
The voice that sings, “Hold on, fight.”  

In every pause, in every tear,  
Doubt and devotion both appear,  
One makes the heart unsure, afraid,  
The other crafts a love unfrayed.  

They clash and blend, they push and pull,  
In love’s vast sea, both dark and full,  
Two forces in a single stream,  
The nightmare and the sweetest dream.  

Devotion plants the seed of trust,  
While doubt reminds of earth and dust,  
Together shaping what will last,  
A love forged strong through shadows cast.  

So here we stand, hearts intertwined,  
In doubt’s cold grip, devotion’s kind,  
Knowing love is never clean,  
But richer where both have been.  

Doubt and devotion, endless song,  
The fragile place where lovers belong,  
A story old as time and pain,  
That love, through all, will still remain.  
  

Jealousy’s gift, a blazing fire,  
A secret ache, a fierce desire,  
To hold you close, to keep you near,  
Yet haunted by the whispered fear.  

It curls around the tender heart,  
A tangled web, a painful art,  
A love that’s wrapped in chains of doubt,  
The silent scream we can't shout out.  

The curse of wanting all your light,  
To be the one within your sight,  
To guard your smile, your whispered dreams,  
Even when it tears the seams.  

It burns with pain, yet seeks to shield,  
The love too fragile to be healed,  
A double-edged and bitter blade,  
Where trust and fear together wade.  

But in the depths of jealousy’s hold,  
There lies a longing pure and bold,  
A testament to love’s true weight,  
A heart that struggles to create.  

So here I stand with trembling hands,  
Trying hard to understand,  
That jealousy, though harsh and fierce,  
Is love’s imperfect way to pierce.  

Jealousy’s gift, jealousy’s curse,  
The blessing and the painful verse,  
Of loving so completely whole,  
That fear takes over heart and soul.  
  

In silence, storms quietly brew,  
Unspoken fights between me and you,  
Words held back, yet feelings loud,  
Thunder roars beneath the cloud.  

Tension weaves a fragile thread,  
Ties that bind but leave hearts bled,  
The weight of things left unsaid,  
In the space where love is fed.  

We clash in shadows, skirt the pain,  
Yet hold the promise through the strain,  
Though walls rise tall and voices fade,  
Our bond remains, unafraid.  

The battles fought without a word,  
In glances sharp, in actions heard,  
No need for shouting or for blame,  
For love survives the quiet flame.  

Through storms of silence, tears unshed,  
We find the path where hearts are led,  
To trust beyond the fight and fear,  
To hold each other, always near.  

Unspoken fights that test our soul,  
That break but never make us whole,  
Because within the fiercest fray,  
Our love grows stronger every day.  

So when the quiet battles rage,  
Remember love’s enduring stage,  
Unbreakable bonds that stand the test,  
Of every fight, and every rest.  
  

Between love and fear I tread,  
A fragile line where hearts are led,  
By whispers soft and shadows near,  
A dance that balances hope and fear.  

My heart beats loud, a steady drum,  
Yet doubt and longing both become  
The tangled threads that weave my soul,  
A story written without control.  

Love calls me forward, fierce and bright,  
A beacon cutting through the night,  
But fear holds fast with icy hands,  
Trying hard to shift the sands.  

I walk this line with cautious grace,  
Each step a leap into embrace,  
Of all I want, and all I dread,  
The silent words that go unsaid.  

Between the joy and aching ache,  
Between the give and what I take,  
The risk of falling, standing tall,  
Between the rise and inevitable fall.  

Yet still I move, despite the weight,  
For love is worth the fragile state,  
Of walking where the heart is blind,  
But trusting what it longs to find.  

So here I stand, between the two,  
Love’s fiery light, and fear’s cold hue,  
And choose to let my heart lead on,  
Until the fear is finally gone.  
  

When love breaks chains and shatters walls,  
The heart’s rebel loudly calls,  
Defying logic’s cold command,  
It burns with fire no mind can stand.  

Reason whispers, “Stay away,”  
But love insists it’s here to stay,  
A wild force that won’t be tamed,  
A reckless spark that won’t be blamed.  

It breaks the rules that reason set,  
In tangled webs of no regret,  
Fierce and bold, it stakes its claim,  
A fearless player in the game.  

Against all odds, it stakes its ground,  
In silent whispers, in roaring sound,  
It fights for every breath, each beat,  
Refusing ever to retreat.  

Love’s rebel heart, untamed, unbound,  
Knows no limits, makes no sound,  
Except the pounding in the chest,  
A wild soul that cannot rest.  

It chooses pain, it chooses flight,  
It chooses dark, it chooses light,  
All for the chance to feel alive,  
To risk the fall, to dare to dive.  

So here I stand, with rebel heart,  
Defying reason’s cautious art,  
For love that breaks and love that frees,  
Is love that’s strong beyond degrees.  

Heart’s rebel against reason’s tide,  
A fearless love that will not hide,  
Because to live and love this way,  
Is to seize the night, and own the day.  
  

Falling hard into the night,  
Shattered pieces out of sight,  
Every crack a story told,  
Every break, a heart made bold.  

The ground rushes up to meet,  
A crashing sound, a painful beat,  
But in the rubble, light still gleams,  
A spark alive inside my dreams.  

Breaking down is not defeat,  
It’s just the rhythm of retreat,  
A quiet pause before the rise,  
The phoenix spread its fiery skies.  

Each fall teaches how to stand,  
How to hold with trembling hand,  
The fragile strength within the soul,  
That makes the broken pieces whole.  

Rebuilding is a sacred art,  
A dance of healing, piece by part,  
With every tear and every scar,  
I learn how strong my heart can are.  

Falling hard is how we grow,  
Through storms that rage and winds that blow,  
But standing strong is where we find,  
The power rooted deep in mind.  

So when the world feels cold and wrong,  
Remember this eternal song,  
That falling hard and standing strong,  
Are just the steps where we belong.  

I dance this dance with open eyes,  
Embracing pain, refusing lies,  
For in each fall, I’m more alive,  
In every rise, I choose to thrive.  
  

When I don’t understand the maze we walk,  
The silent rooms where we don’t talk,  
When every glance feels like a test,  
And every moment steals my rest.  

Love feels tangled, wrapped in doubt,  
A storm that rages, fierce and stout,  
Confusion clouds the path ahead,  
Yet still my heart refuses dread.  

I want to hold, to hold you close,  
Though questions rise like waves that boast,  
The space between what’s said and done,  
A battlefield that’s never won.  

But in the chaos, something’s true,  
A thread that binds me close to you,  
Despite the fog, the hurt, the pain,  
I want to try and love again.  

For love is not a clear-cut road,  
It bends and breaks beneath the load,  
Yet in its twists, I find my way,  
To fight, to stay, to choose to stay.  

So even when I don’t know why,  
I’ll keep my heart both bold and shy,  
Because in all this confusion’s strife,  
I’m holding on to love and life.  

And if the map is lost or torn,  
If words confuse or hearts get worn,  
I’ll walk this path with trembling feet,  
For love, imperfect, still feels sweet.  
  

In quiet nights when stars align,  
A jealous heart begins to whine,  
Soft whispers hum a tender tune,  
A lullaby beneath the moon.  

It sings of fears that shadows cast,  
Of moments stolen, echoes past,  
Of love that trembles, wavering,  
Caught in the web of wondering.  

The lullaby, both sweet and sad,  
Speaks truths the heart wishes it never had,  
Of eyes that wander, thoughts that stray,  
Of dreams that fade then slip away.  

Yet in the trembling, there is care,  
A love so fierce, it feels unfair,  
To guard what’s precious, hold it tight,  
Through restless days and lonely nights.  

The jealous heart, though bruised and torn,  
Still hums its song from dusk to dawn,  
A melody of hope and pain,  
Of wanting love, and fearing loss again.  

It cradles doubt with velvet hands,  
Trying hard to understand,  
That love’s not always safe and sure,  
But wild and fragile, deep and pure.  

So listen close to this soft cry,  
A lullaby beneath the sky,  
A jealous heart that sings to you,  
In every fear, love rings true.  

It’s not a shout, nor angry roar,  
But gentle whispers at love’s core,  
A fragile song that wants to stay,  
To guard the love that won’t decay.  

And though the jealous heart may ache,  
It beats for love’s unbreakable sake,  
Singing softly through the night,  
A lullaby of fierce delight.  
  

The ground beneath me starts to shake,  
A trembling world begins to break,  
Unsteady footing, shadows fall,  
Yet still, I stand and hear love’s call.  

The winds may roar, the skies may bend,  
But steadfast heart will not pretend,  
To crumble like the fragile dust,  
For in my soul resides deep trust.  

Though chaos swirls and doubts invade,  
My heart’s foundation will not fade,  
It beats with quiet, steady grace,  
A refuge in this shifting place.  

I walk through storms with open eyes,  
Refusing fear’s consuming lies,  
Each step a promise, soft but strong,  
That in this tempest, I belong.  

The earth may quake, the world may spin,  
But love’s steady flame burns deep within,  
It holds me close, it keeps me whole,  
A beacon shining through the soul.  

When everything around me shakes,  
And all my courage slowly breaks,  
I find my strength in steady heart,  
That refuses ever to depart.  

Unsteady ground may test my will,  
But steady heart is stronger still,  
And though the road is rough and long,  
I stand in love, unshaken, strong.  

So let the world around me shift,  
I carry love’s unbreakable gift,  
A steady heart, a fearless beat,  
That makes my soul and life complete.  
  

Between the words we never say,  
Lies a quiet, fragile way,  
Where silence hums a deeper tune,  
Beneath the storm and rising moon.  

The space between our fights and cries,  
Is where the truth often hides,  
A breath, a pause, a moment’s grace,  
Where anger fades and softens space.  

When voices clash and tempers flare,  
And love feels lost in heavy air,  
The silence speaks what words can’t show,  
A place where tender feelings grow.  

It whispers secrets, soft and slow,  
Of aching hearts that need to know,  
That even in the loudest storm,  
A calmer love can still transform.  

The space between our arguments,  
Is filled with hopes and sweet laments,  
It holds the weight of broken trust,  
And cushions falls with patient dust.  

Within this quiet, healing space,  
I find the contours of your face,  
Not in words or shouts that break,  
But in the silence that we make.  

So when the storms begin to rise,  
And fury blinds our weary eyes,  
Remember love still softly calls,  
In that space where silence falls.  

For peace is found not in the fight,  
But in the quiet of the night,  
The space between our broken parts,  
Where healing lives within our hearts.  
  

We are a storm wrapped in a sigh,  
A wildfire blazing in the sky,  
Crazy and beautiful, wild and free,  
The chaos and calm that live in me.  

Your touch is lightning, fierce and fast,  
A thunderstorm I want to last,  
But in your eyes, a quiet sea,  
Where waves roll soft, and set me free.  

We clash like winds that never tire,  
Yet in the fight, we spark a fire,  
A burning love that twists and turns,  
A dance of passion that always yearns.  

You’re the thunder, I’m the rain,  
Together, we feel pleasure and pain,  
The rush of highs, the ache of lows,  
But through it all, our love still grows.  

Crazy moments, wild and loud,  
Yet in the silence, soft and proud,  
We find the calm within the storm,  
A fragile place where hearts keep warm.  

We’re broken pieces, fit as one,  
A puzzle framed beneath the sun,  
Beautiful in every scar,  
Perfect exactly as we are.  

So here we stand, hand in hand,  
A crazy, beautiful, wild band,  
Two souls that burn, two hearts that trust,  
In this messy, magical, beautiful us.  
  

Fragile promises, like glass they gleam,  
Held tight within a restless dream,  
Whispers soft in uncertain air,  
Vows spoken gently, tender and rare.  

Through storms that threaten to undo,  
These fragile words, they still hold true,  
In every crack, in every break,  
A fierceness lives for love’s own sake.  

Unsteady hands may tremble near,  
But fierce hope burns bright and clear,  
A flame that dances through the night,  
Guiding us by its steady light.  

When doubt’s cold shadow tries to creep,  
And silence makes the heart to weep,  
The promises, though frail and small,  
Stand like pillars, proud and tall.  

For love is not just strength and might,  
But fragile vows held tight in night,  
In every tear, in every sigh,  
Fierce hope lifts us up to try.  

So here we stand, on shifting ground,  
With fragile promises all around,  
But in our hearts, a fire glows,  
A love that only stronger grows.  

Through every fear and every test,  
We hold on tight, we give our best,  
Fragile promises, fierce hope combined,  
The threads of love that bind and bind.  

And though the world may shake and sway,  
Our vows will never fade away,  
For fierce hope fuels this fragile trust,  
A love that’s built to rise from dust.  
  

When logic rumbles like a storm inside,  
And reason shouts, “You must decide,”  
My heartbeats rise above the noise,  
Choosing love, its daring voice.  

Headaches pound with doubt and fear,  
Whispers telling me to steer clear,  
But in the thrum of every beat,  
I find a rhythm fierce and sweet.  

The mind debates in cold, sharp lines,  
Weighing futures, drawing signs,  
But heartbeats drum a wilder song,  
A call to where I truly belong.  

I stumble through the tangled thoughts,  
Caught between what’s lost and sought,  
Yet love’s pulse, steady and bright,  
Pulls me toward the glowing light.  

Each heartbeat says, “Take the chance,”  
To break free from caution’s stance,  
To live in moments raw and true,  
Where logic falters, love breaks through.  

Though headaches try to cloud my way,  
My heart insists on here to stay,  
For feelings roar beyond the pain,  
Like sun emerging after rain.  

I’m choosing passion over fear,  
Even when the path’s unclear,  
For heartbeats echo what I know,  
That love is worth the overflow.  

So when the headaches come and go,  
And reason’s voice is quiet and low,  
My heart will lead with steady flame,  
And I’ll choose love, again, again.  
  

Love’s tangled web, so wild and deep,  
A maze of feelings I want to keep,  
Knots and twists that bind my soul,  
Messy threads that make me whole.  

In every loop, a memory lies,  
A spark of joy, a flood of sighs,  
Tangled emotions, fierce and true,  
A complex dance of me and you.  

I try to sort, to pull apart,  
But every thread is tied to heart,  
Unraveling feels like losing ground,  
In chaos, a strange peace is found.  

The anger and the sweetest kiss,  
The bitter pain, the tender bliss,  
All woven tight in love’s design,  
A perfect mess that feels divine.  

No map to guide, no simple way,  
Through the storms and bright sunray,  
I hold the chaos close, not stray,  
For tangled love is here to stay.  

It’s messy, yes, but it’s alive,  
A fire that makes my spirit thrive,  
Through twisted paths and wild turns,  
A love so fierce, my heart still burns.  

So I embrace the fray and fight,  
The tangled web, my heart’s delight,  
For in this chaos, raw and true,  
I find myself, I find you too.  
  

In the quiet space where storms subside,  
Between the chaos and the tide,  
There lie the whispers soft and true,  
The gentle moments, me and you.  

When thunder rumbles fierce and loud,  
And shadows gather like a shroud,  
It’s in those breaths, so calm, so small,  
I hear the whispers that outlast all.  

A touch, a glance, a fleeting smile,  
That pulls me back across the miles,  
Soft moments stitched with fragile thread,  
Where love speaks loudest without words said.  

The storms may rage and winds may roar,  
But whispers call me back for more,  
For in their hush, I find my way,  
To you, to hope, to light of day.  

It’s not the fire that keeps me near,  
But whispered truths I hold so dear,  
The silent promises we share,  
That bloom despite the wild despair.  

These whispers breathe through every fight,  
A beacon in the darkest night,  
They wrap around my aching heart,  
Reminding me we’re never apart.  

So though the storms may twist and turn,  
And lessons harsh we’ve had to learn,  
I come back to those whispered vows,  
The softest grace that love allows.  

Whispers of us, both fierce and sweet,  
The quiet pulse beneath defeat,  
They hold me close, they keep me true,  
Soft moments between storms and you.  
  

When words cut sharp like winter’s chill,  
And silence fills the space until  
The wounds run deep beneath the skin,  
That’s where the healing starts within.  

We fight with voices loud and raw,  
Exposing cracks, each hidden flaw,  
But in the clash, a truth reveals,  
That love remains when hurt congeals.  

The battles rage, the tears may fall,  
But still I answer to love’s call,  
For even when the storms feel real,  
My heart holds tight, begins to heal.  

Every angry word you say,  
Carves a scar, then fades away,  
And in that space, new light will gleam,  
Where broken pieces learn to dream.  

We bruise, we break, we bend, we mend,  
A fragile dance that doesn’t end,  
Because beneath the pain and strife,  
Beats the steady pulse of life.  

I see you hurting just like me,  
Lost in love’s complexity,  
But still I trust in what is true,  
Even when I’m bruised by you.  

For wounds remind us we have felt,  
The depth of love that will not melt,  
And in the silence after fight,  
Our hearts find space to make things right.  

So when words wound, and nights are cold,  
Remember love is brave and bold,  
It fights, it falters, yet it stays,  
A flame that warms through darkest days.  

I hold on tight through every pain,  
Because with you, there’s so much gain,  
In fighting, falling, rising still—  
Our love’s the strongest iron will.  
  

In the shadowed corners where doubt resides,  
Where fear whispers softly and hope sometimes hides,  
I walk the tightrope between dark and bright,  
Guided by love, my heart’s shining light.  

The weight of uncertainty pulls at my feet,  
Questions like storms that won’t see retreat,  
But beneath the clouds, a flame still burns,  
A quiet voice that endlessly yearns.  

I stumble through moments when courage feels thin,  
When the world’s loud noise drowns the strength within,  
Yet love calls me forward, gentle and clear,  
A beacon of hope that quells all fear.  

Though shadows stretch long and night seems vast,  
I choose to believe, I choose to last,  
For even when darkness tries to confine,  
The heart’s light flickers, defiantly divine.  

I carry the scars that doubt once made,  
Each one a lesson that will not fade,  
They tell a story of battles fought,  
Of love’s fierce grace that can’t be bought.  

So I walk on, through shadow and flame,  
Not perfect, but true, in love’s name,  
Knowing the journey may twist and wind,  
But heart’s light will always find.  

It finds the strength in every tear,  
Turns trembling steps into strides sincere,  
And even when the path feels unclear,  
Love’s light will guide me, year after year.  

Doubt’s shadow may darken the way,  
But heart’s light will never stray,  
For in this dance of fear and trust,  
I walk with love, I rise, I must.  
  

Jealousy’s a whisper cloaked in night,  
A silent shadow stealing light,  
It creeps inside with softest tread,  
A quiet roar inside my head.  

It’s not the thunder, wild and loud,  
But a subtle wave beneath the cloud,  
A trembling heart, a cautious glance,  
A fear that love might lose its chance.  

It doesn’t scream or break the glass,  
It hides in moments as they pass,  
In stolen thoughts, in longing eyes,  
In silent storms and whispered sighs.  

The green-eyed monster, patient, waits,  
Knocking softly on love’s gates,  
Asking why, asking when,  
Why can’t I be your only then?  

It’s tangled knots of fear and need,  
A hunger born from love’s own seed,  
A fragile thing, this jealous heart,  
That aches when we are pulled apart.  

Yet in its roar, there lies a plea,  
A longing for what used to be,  
A hope to hold, to keep, to stay,  
To chase the doubts and fears away.  

I wrestle with this quiet roar,  
Wanting to love, but wanting more,  
To trust the bond, to heal the pain,  
To find the peace beyond the strain.  

Jealousy’s roar is fierce but shy,  
A truth I can no longer deny,  
It’s part of love, both curse and gift,  
A storm within that makes hearts shift.  

So I’ll listen close, not turn away,  
Embrace the night, embrace the day,  
For even in jealousy’s hold,  
Love’s story is still being told.  
  

The first fight came like thunder’s strike,  
Words clashed sharp, emotions alike,  
Our voices rose, the silence broke,  
A fierce storm from love’s first stroke.  

We stood on edges, raw and bare,  
Unveiling wounds we both did wear,  
In that chaos, truth was found,  
A deeper love beneath the sound.  

Anger burned with fiery light,  
Yet in the fire, bloomed our fight,  
Not to break, but to defend,  
A bond that time could never bend.  

We grappled with our hopes and fears,  
Shared the weight of unshed tears,  
In every clash, a fragile thread,  
Binding hearts that love had led.  

It wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t neat,  
But in the struggle, we found heat,  
A passion fierce, a will to grow,  
In first fight’s blaze, our love did glow.  

We learned to listen through the pain,  
To hold through loss, to heal through strain,  
For every battle made us whole,  
Forging strength within our soul.  

Now when storms try to divide,  
We face them with hearts open wide,  
Remembering that very night,  
When first fight birthed our fierce light.  

So bring the battles, bring the scars,  
They mark us as we reach the stars,  
Because in fighting, loving true,  
Our fiercest love was born anew.  
  

The weight of us, it presses deep,  
A burden carried when we sleep,  
Not chains of sorrow, but love’s own hold,  
A story fierce, yet gently told.  

It’s in the silence, in the sigh,  
In every tear we dare not cry,  
The moments when the world feels tough,  
But still we choose to carry us.  

This love is heavy, not with pain,  
But with the hope that will remain,  
A steadfast anchor in the storm,  
The place where weary hearts stay warm.  

Each step we take beneath this load,  
Is proof of how our hearts have growed,  
Through trials harsh and battles fought,  
In every scar, a lesson taught.  

We stumble, yes, but still we stand,  
Holding tightly, hand in hand,  
For every weight, a promise made,  
That love will never let us fade.  

The weight of us, a sacred thing,  
A song of hurt and healing’s ring,  
And though it’s heavy, love is strong,  
It carries us, it holds us long.  

So when the days feel rough and cold,  
Remember what our hearts have told,  
That love, though heavy, is our trust,  
Together bearing all the weight of us.  
  

My mind shouts run, a siren loud,  
Warning bells behind each cloud,  
Logic’s voice, sharp and clear,  
Telling me to disappear.  

But my heart, it beats so loud,  
A stubborn drum beneath the shroud,  
It holds on tight, it won’t let go,  
Even when the cold winds blow.  

Mind says flee from all the pain,  
Escape the heartbreak, dodge the rain,  
But heart insists on staying near,  
Clutching love despite the fear.  

Between the two, a war inside,  
Where reason and desire collide,  
A battlefield of hope and doubt,  
Where silence screams and tears pour out.  

Mind builds walls to keep me safe,  
Protecting from a bitter fate,  
But heart breaks through with tender fire,  
Fueled by dreams and deep desire.  

I’m caught in this relentless dance,  
Between the fear and second chance,  
Wrestling logic, loving blind,  
Trying to untangle what’s entwined.  

And though the road ahead is tough,  
And sometimes love feels not enough,  
I choose to stay, to fight, to feel,  
Because the heart’s wounds also heal.  

Mind may say run, but I will stay,  
Holding love in my own way,  
For sometimes courage is to remain,  
To love despite the ache and pain.