In land called India, where dreams unfold,
A simple soul named Paul, his summary told.
Honest and trustworthy, his virtues shine,
Diligence and responsibility, a path so fine.
A Sea goat he is, in the zodiac's lore,
Humble as earth, gentle to the core.
Yet dangerous, like a quake's mighty roar,
In Paul's essence, contrasts galore.
With caring warmth that sets him apart,
A character moulded, a work of fine art.
Gaining experiences, like waves on the shore,
Exploring interests, an explorer at the core.
Willing to learn, adapt, and grow,
In life's vast sea, like a ship to and fro.
Paul stands tall, a lamp in the night,
A blend of strength, humility, and light.
We are different instruments, each with a tune,
While others belong but some sound alone.
Within a group a melody can shine bright,
Each meant for a note and for rhythmic light.
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In the silent moments, when time stands still,
I've pondered what makes you, you, and always will.
Your body, a painting of stories untold,
Yet your soul, the essence that makes you bold.
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I don't hesitate to say this, I feel for sure,
For your body is a painting, rich and pure.
But let me be clear in what I truly mean,
Your value goes beyond the form I've seen.
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I need you like a heart needs a beat,
For in your presence, life feels truly complete.
Together we shall lead a life of bliss,
With every moment, sealed with a kiss.
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You taught my spirit to survive,
and to my heart never to grieve.
My soul knows you for thousands of years,
Parting will be with bitter tears.
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