Men are haunted by echoes vast,
Of Eternity's call, forever cast.
They ponder if their names will stay,
A thousand years beyond their day,
As mere dust on stone, beneath the sun,
When life’s final chapter is said and done.
Such a man was Achilles, bold,
A hero in tales of old.
As children, we longed to be like him,
In adult hearts, our dreams grew dim.
We aspired instead to Hector’s grace,
The Prince of Troy, with a noble face.
He fought not for glory, wealth, or gain,
But for his land, in love's pure name.
For country, woman, and infant son,
His battles were righteously won.
To you, my love, I vow to be,
A Hector, steadfast and free.
My battles fought to keep you safe,
To craft a life with no dark chafe.
A life worth a thousand in pure delight,
With love's embrace, both day and night.
And if I falter in this earthly span,
I promise in the next, I’ll be your man.
For souls are bound by fate’s decree,
Not even Gods can disagree.
We will meet again, beyond the strife,
Eternal love, transcending life.
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Poems
PoetryI'm presenting a collection of poems I've personally written. Each one stands as an independent creation, though some may intertwine through common themes. These poems reflect my innermost feelings, and in certain instances, they echo fragments of...
