My love, I miss you more than words can show,  
each day apart feels like an ache I know.  
I hold you close in thoughts I dare not speak,  
for fear that every word might leave me weak.  

I want to tell you all that stirs inside,  
the tangled hopes, the doubts I try to hide.  
But I’m afraid—so scared you’ll pull away  
if my heart spills too much of what I need to say.  

I’ve been here before, with words that went too far,  
and watched us drift like faint and distant stars.  
I’m terrified that if I dare too deep,  
I’ll wake a storm, disturb the peace we keep.  

Yet, oh, how I wish you’d hear it all,  
the fears that rise, the dreams that fall.  
If only my heart could speak, unafraid,  
and trust that you’d still stay, unscathed.  

But I pause and hold back, each time I start,  
afraid of losing what’s left of your heart.  
So I keep it quiet, a love disguised,  
hoping you’ll feel what I’ve compromised.  

My love, I miss you, in ways I can’t show,  
and wish you could see the parts I don’t let go.  
If it were easy, I’d bare it all true,  
but I fear to lose what I’ve found in you.

I wear a mask that isn’t mine,  
a stranger’s face, a borrowed line.  
I twist, I bend, I shrink, I grow,  
trying to be someone you’d want to know.  

Each day I lose a piece, it seems,  
of the person I was in half-lit dreams.  
I bury doubts, I swallow pain,  
to fit the shape you might sustain.  

I’d give up parts I thought were true,  
erase the edges, start anew,  
if it meant I’d be enough somehow—  
worthy of the love you’d allow.  

But mirrors show a hollowed soul,  
a heart half-full, a splintered whole.  
I’m not myself, but who am I,  
if loving you means I must lie?  

So here I stand, changed and frayed,  
scared of the self I’ve thrown away.  
And though it aches to disappear,  
for love, I’d be anyone but here.

I’d capture the wind
And bring you its song.
But the breeze slips through my fingers,
It’s where it belongs.
I’d paint the sky
But the colors would fade
After a while.
I’d weave a tale
Of dreams and delight,
But stories are whispers
Lost in the night.
So I give you my soul,
In Whispers, in deeds,
In the quiet moments
Where love truly leads.
For the heart knows no bounds,
No lock, no key,
It’s yours, ever after,
For all eternity.