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To My Girl, Who’s Made of Magic

Posted on by SIMI

You wear your formals, smile polite,
But your soul still dances in the night.
A singer’s heart, a dancer’s fire,
Still searching for her truest wire.

Others may glide, may get with ease,
But you, my girl, are made of seas.
Your heart’s too wide, your soul too vast,
To settle for a dream that won’t last.


You shine too bright for shortcuts small,
You’re meant to rise, not just install.
Don’t count your worth by speed or race,
But by the love you leave in place.


Baby, you’re no faded flame,
You’re playing life’s most honest game.
You’re not behind, you’re being grown
For a life that sings in your own tone.

You don’t just chase what comes with ease,
You’re made to stir, to move, to breathe.
To light up rooms, to love out loud,
To make your mark without the crowd.

God’s silence isn’t Him unkind,
It’s just the sculpting of your mind.
Not every gift comes wrapped and neat,
Some bloom beneath your own brave feet.

You question love, you doubt what’s right,
But still you wake and hold the light.
You laugh, you sing, you give, you try,
And teach the stars how not to cry.

So take your time, be wild, be free,
You’re more than roles the world might see.
You are a storm, a song, a flame,
And life will never be the same.

For every step, each dream you chase,
You leave behind a sacred trace.
You’re not just “good”, You’re rare, you’re true.
And I thank life, because it gave me you.

MA

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A lover of life and its divine details, I chose many professions, but writing chose me. The word infinity has always stirred a quiet wonder in me, about where we come from, where we’re going, and what lies beyond. It is this wonder that fuels my words. A certified life coach, dentist, nutritionist, dietitian, content creator, and French language enthusiast, I wear many hats, but at heart, I’m a seeker. A seeker of meaning, of beauty, of the unseen stories that surround us. To me, life is not a destination, but a sacred process of continuous learning, feeling, and unfolding. This space, Poetry and Fitness, is where my passions meet: emotional well-being, physical health, parenting reflections, and poetic expression. Through every post, every poem, and every quote, I hope to spark thought, healing, and a sense of connection. Thank you for being here. Let’s grow, heal, and rise together.

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