My Favorite Person
We all have that person we trust the most and share everything with them .
My favorite person, oh how I adore
Their presence in my life, I couldn't ask for more
Their smile brightens my darkest days
Their love and kindness, forever stays
Their laughter fills me with such joy
Their embrace, my heart they do employ
A confidante, a partner, a friend
With them, my fears and doubts do blend
Their passions and dreams, I hold so dear
With them by my side, nothing I fear
Their soul, a beautiful work of art
Their essence, the beat of my heart
My favorite person, a treasure to hold
Their worth, more valuable than gold
Forever grateful for their love and light
My favorite person, my guiding light.
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Bilal Haider
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Hope is a ray of light, That shines through the darkest night. It lifts us up when we feel down, And helps us turn our lives around. With hope, we can dream and strive, And keep our spirits alive. It gives us strength to carry on, When all around us seems gone. Hope is a seed that we can sow, And watch it grow and blossom and glow. It fills our hearts with joy and peace, And helps our troubled minds to ease. With hope, we can conquer fear, And face the challenges that come near. It gives us wings to soar high, And reach for the stars up in the sky. So hold on tight to hope each day, And let it guide you on your way. For with hope, there's nothing you can't cope, And every dream is within your scope. When storms of life come crashing down, And darkness threatens to surround, Hope gives us courage to stand tall, And face the world with love for all. It whispers softly in our ear, And tells us that we have no fear. With hope, we can face any strife, And find the strength to live our life. It's the light that shines from within, And leads us through thick and thin. It gives us faith to keep on going, And fills our hearts with love overflowing. So never give up on hope's sweet sound, For it's the anchor that keeps us bound. And even when the night is long, Hope sings to us its sweetest song.
By Bilal Haiderabout a year ago in Poets
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