In the middle of our life, where moments unfold, His behaviour weaves stories, tales
yet to untold. Each step we take, is a choice to define, in the vast tapestry of how he inclines.

His kindness, a melody, sweet and serene,
Echoes of no empathy, a compassionate sheen.
His words, like petals, can’t heal but can sting,
In the garden of actions, what will he bring?

My patience, a virtue, a gentle caress to the heart,
navigates like waters with calm...