I don't know what happened in my mind at this night. I just want to write

In the realm where hearts entwine,

I tread with care, a conscious line,

Not for lack of chance, nor fear,

But to guard the love held dear.

For I shun the path of deceit,

Where trust's demise and hearts defeat,

To spare another's faith in love,

A beacon bright, a gift from above.

In silent night, when tears may flow,

I choose the path where honesty glows,

For to cause such pain, unjust and deep,

Would wound a soul, its dreams to keep.

Imperfect, yes, yet grown in age,

I eschew the folly, the passion's rage,

For in this life, choices bloom,

To forge a path or seal one's doom.

Thus, in the tapestry of life's design,

I weave a thread of steadfast line,

For every soul, a choice is made,

To honor love, or let it fade.