Ah, first love—a wildfire in the tender dawn,
A sculptor’s chisel carving souls reborn.
Yet second love? A supernova’s might,
A cosmic dance in symphonies of light.
Beauty Fades, but Essence Reigns
Not in the mirror’s fleeting, gilded frame,
But in the heart’s unshaken, sacred flame.
For conduct is the scripture time obeys,
A legacy no mortal hand decays.
Adjustment is Survival; Understanding is Divine
Adapt, yes—but transcend! For wisdom’s key
Lies not in bending low, but standing free.
To grasp life’s labyrinth with fearless eyes,
Is to unlock the heavens, claim the skies.
The Alchemy of Love’s Evolution
First love etches, second love ignites—
One plants the seed, the other births the heights.
One teaches longing; one, the art to soar,
A dual masterpiece forevermore.
The Eternal Paradox of the Heart
To adore gardenias in morning’s embrace,
Does not betray the jasmine’s moonlit grace.
Love is no cage—it’s the universe, unconfined,
Expanding with each heartbeat of the mind.