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The Heartsmiths

What profession do you admire most and why?

They heal with hands and speak with eyes,
Their work a bridge ‘neath endless skies.
They make the old feel young once more,
And every soul belong at its core.

Posted in reflections, relationships

Beyond Words

What’s your definition of romantic?

It’s not in roses or a setting sun,
It’s a presence felt within, not a thrill you have to outrun.
No loud confessions, no scripted art
Just quiet warmth that fills the heart.

It doesn’t wait for stars to align,
It grows in shadows and in shine.
A glance, a hand, a breath held tight
It lives in silence, walks through night.

It stays through chaos, calm, and rain,
Not seeking praise, not fearing strain.
It’s not about the grand display
It’s in the love that doesn’t stray.