The language of the heart

 In the intricate dance of love, challenges unfold,

As we strive to bridge the vast expanse, a story to be told.

The great difficulty, a formidable quest,

To traverse the abyss, where consciousness rests.

 

Bridging the gap between two souls' domains,

Understanding echoes, breaking through the chains.

Mapping the inner landscape, a journey profound,

Exploring trust and vulnerability, love's sacred ground.

 

Teaching one another the language of the heart,

Unveiling needs and desires, an intimate art.

In the tapestry of connection, threads are tightly woven,

A testament to the love, endlessly proven.

 

The difficulty of love, a formidable climb,

Yet, in the effort, a melody sublime.

For in understanding, the abyss dissolves,

And love blossoms, as two souls evolve.

 

So, let us navigate this delicate space,

With patience and grace, love we embrace.

Bridging consciousness, a dance of unity,

In the language of love, a timeless symphony.

To the love of my life, lets dance.

 In the poetry of life, the dance unfolds,

A burning violin, a tale to be told.

Dance me to your beauty, an enchanting embrace,

In the rhythm of kindness, a harmonious grace.

 

Through the panic of life, let kindness guide,

A dance that soothes, like a tranquil tide.

Gather me safely in your compassionate arms,

In the dance of empathy, where kindness warms.

 

Lift me as an olive branch, a symbol of peace,

In the dance of benevolence, worries cease.

Be my homeward dove, soaring above,

In the dance of generosity, boundless love.

 

To the end of love, let the dance extend,

A timeless waltz, a bond that won't bend.

In the ballroom of life, with stars above,

Witness the dance of kindness, a dance of love.

 

The burning violin plays a melody sweet,

In the dance of compassion, two hearts beat.

As kindness leads, in steps so light,

Dancing to the end of love, through the night.

 

So, let the dance continue, an eternal spin,

In the poetry of kindness, where spirits begin.

Dance me through the chapters, hand in glove,

A dance of kindness, a dance of endless love.

kindness takes the stage,

In the comedy of life, kindness takes the stage,

A thread so soft, it's like a comedic sage.

Intertwining with actions in a comical dance,

Creating patterns, a laughter-filled trance.

 

It's gentle like a joke whispered in the ear,

Yet remarkably resilient, spreading cheer.

A tapestry of humour, woven with grace,

Kindness adds layers, a smile on every face.

 

With each act, a punchline in the grand show,

A jest of compassion that continues to grow.

Indelible marks left on hearts, so divine,

As kindness becomes the punchline of time.

 

It's the soft chuckle of a helping hand,

A resilient joke in life's comedy band.

Fibers of goodwill, creating a laugh riot,

A tapestry of joy, and kindness at its quiet.

 

So, let's weave our jokes with threads so kind,

In the comedy of life, laughter to find.

For each act, a punchline we create,

A comedy of kindness, the best in the slate.

The symphony of life

In the symphony of life, a catalogue of 'afters' unfolds,

A melody of moments, precious and untold.

Navigating the score, with choices to make,

Wisdom realized, not to let moments forsake.

 

The coffee grows cold, a subtle metaphor,

For time slipping away, knocking on the door.

Priorities dance, a shifting ballet,

In the rhythm of life, they constantly sway.

 

Promises, like notes, can be easily lost,

In the hustle and bustle, the price is the cost.

The symphony plays on, a relentless stream,

Yet, the echoes of broken vows haunt our dreams.

 

Children grow, like the crescendo's rise,

A harmonious journey, a profound surprise.

Parents age, their notes slowly wane,

Yet, their wisdom lingers as an eternal refrain.

 

Life's rhythm doesn't pause for our delays,

It marches forward in mysterious ways.

As we dance to the beat, of the grand parade,

Each step we take leaves a mark, a cascade.

 

The symphony concludes, the final chord,

A poignant moment, the truth underscored.

In the silence that follows, reflections arise,

As we embrace the rhythm, where no echo lies.

 

So, let us conduct with purpose and grace,

Embrace each note, in this fleeting space.

For in the catalogue of 'afters,' we find,

The melody of life is profound and intertwined.