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.

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.

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’m happy for her, truly, I am,  
she’s found a love that lights her dim.  
She glows in ways I’ve never seen,  
her world now colored in shades of green.  

But shadows fall where we once stood,  
our laughs and talks, our sisterhood.  
It feels like love drew lines in sand,  
where once we walked both hand in hand.  

I don’t begrudge her heart its place,  
or the joy she’s found, her sweet embrace.  
But does her love mean I must fade,  
a silent friend left in the shade?  

Friendship isn’t less, nor small,  
yet here I wait, unanswered calls.  
I cheer her on but wonder why  
my voice falls low, a soft goodbye.  

Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s fair,  
lovers first, with friends to spare.  
But deep down, quietly, I mourn—  
the part of her that’s now withdrawn.  

So here I stand, a bit undone,  
still happy for her, yet feeling none.  
Wondering if, as hearts rearrange,  
friendship must yield to love’s bright change.

Your existence, my love, is a healing light,
a steady hand in my darkest night.
You’ve filled the void I thought would stay,
turned shadows to colors, chased them away.

With you, the world feels softer, whole,
your love, a balm that soothes my soul.
Yet in this beauty, my mind still strays,
to questions that linger, doubts that weigh.

Am I enough, in all I do?
Do I make your world as bright as you?
Are you hiding storms behind your eyes,
secrets masked by calm disguise?

Things have changed, and yes, for good,
but something feels like it’s misunderstood.
A shift I can’t quite name or see,
a quiet echo that troubles me.

I wonder if I’m reading wrong,
if worry weakens where we’re strong.
Still, I ask, because I care—
is your heart with me? Are you fully there?

Know this, my love, through all my fears:
you’ve mended wounds carved deep by years.
And though I question, it’s only because
your presence has shown me what love does.

So I hold on, through doubts that creep,
trusting this bond we’ve made runs deep.
For even in questions, one truth shines through:
my world is better because of you.