I trust you, my love, with all that I am,
your words like anchors, steady and calm.
You tell me your pain is fleeting, a phase,
and I hold to your voice like a beacon in haze.
You are my truth, my rock, my guide,
and I trust in the love you hold inside.

I believe in you, in the strength you bear,
in the quiet assurances whispered with care.
You’ve told me we’re safe, you’ve told me we’re strong,
and I cling to those words like a comforting song.
I know your heart, I know its intent,
and I trust each message your love has sent.

But still, a shadow lingers near,
a whisper of doubt, a trace of fear.
What if one day, without warning or sound,
I wake to find you’ve turned around?
What if the love I fight to sustain
isn’t enough to hold off the rain?

I push myself, I give my all,
to make every day a fortress, tall.
To show you joy, to be your light,
to fight for us through the darkest night.
But in the quiet, a question remains:
what if my love can’t quiet your pain?

What if one day, when the silence grows loud,
and the laughter fades into a passing cloud,
you realize something I can’t yet see—
that maybe you’re better off without me?
It’s not your fault, my love, not at all,
it’s just a fear, a quiet call.

I trust you fully, with every breath,
with every joy, with every depth.
Your love is my harbor, my steady refrain,
and I believe in you, through joy and pain.
But trust doesn’t shield from the fears I hide,
of a day you might drift, or pull aside.

You’ve told me to worry not, and I try,
but the thought of losing you makes me cry.
The dryness that lingers, the weight in the air—
I fight it with hope, with love, with care.
But what if one day, we falter and break?
What if it’s more than we both can take?

Still, I believe in the strength we hold,
the fire that burns through the growing cold.
I trust in us, in the vows we’ve made,
in the promises strong and the fears that fade.
And even in doubt, in shadows unknown,
I trust in your love to guide me home.

So I’ll keep fighting, I’ll keep the flame,
I’ll carry the weight, I’ll shoulder the blame.
I trust in your words, your heart, your eyes,
even as fear within me cries.
For loving you is the bravest part,
and I’ll trust you always—with all my heart.

I want to feel your need like air,
a love so deep, beyond compare.
I want to be the thought you keep,
the dream that lingers as you sleep.
Not just a want, but something more—
a quiet ache you can’t ignore.

I want to be the pull, the thread,
the voice that echoes in your head.
To feel your care in all you do,
to know your heart beats just for two.
Ask me, softly, where I’ve been—
show me I’m your beginning and end.

Let your gaze linger, let it stay,
like I’m the sun that lights your way.
Let every word you speak of me
be laced with love, completely free.
Not fleeting, not shallow, but endless and whole,
a love that cradles my heart and soul.

I want your passion, deep and kind,
the type that wraps and fills the mind.
To see me not just as I appear,
but know my soul and hold it near.
A love that whispers, "You are mine,"
yet cherishes, tender and divine.

Crave not my touch, but the sound of my voice,
the little things that make you rejoice.
Wonder at the thoughts I share,
at every moment, show you care.
To love me wholly, as I am,
your guiding light, your constant calm.

So want me, love, in ways untamed,
but let it be my heart you’ve claimed.
Be addicted to the way I see,
to the essence of who I strive to be.
For I don’t long for just fleeting fire,
but a love that grows, higher and higher.

Crave my laughter, crave my tears,
crave the story of all my years.
Let me feel it, steady and true—
this quiet obsession of me and you.
For in your arms, I long to stay,
forever yours, in every way.

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.

You are my world, my every breath,
a love that lingers, defying death.
Through miles that stretch and oceans wide,
I feel your heart beat alongside mine.
You are the most precious thing I know,
a rare and radiant light, aglow.

In your presence, even far away,
the world feels brighter, soft as day.
Your voice, a melody I hold so dear,
a compass guiding me through fear.
I can’t imagine a life without you—
a world less vivid, dull, and askew.

But I wonder, love, in quiet hours:
am I for you what you are to ours?
Do you see in me the same rare light,
or am I a shadow that dims your sight?
Is your heart as full as mine for you,
or do I ask for more than you can do?

I’d give up everything just to prove
that my love for you is endlessly true.
I’d shed the flaws, the bad I see,
and become someone worthy of all you need.
I’d rewrite myself, erase and refine,
if it meant your heart would stay entwined.

I long to show you, in every way,
that you’re the reason I wake each day.
I’d hold you close, though you’re far from reach,
and pour my soul into every speech.
I’d cross the distance, break the divide,
just to stay forever by your side.

But I wonder still—do you dream of me?
Am I the shore in your endless sea?
Or am I the weight you carry alone,
a fleeting thought, a gentle tone?
Do I fill the cracks, or make them grow?
These doubts, my love, you may never know.

You’ve healed my wounds, erased my fears,
filled the silence of so many years.
You’ve shown me love in its purest form,
a steady flame, a soothing storm.
Yet sometimes I wonder, deep inside,
if I could ever truly reside—

not in your words, but your secret mind,
where thoughts unspoken are left behind.
Do you need me as I need you?
Do you feel this love so deep, so true?
Or am I a chapter, soon to close,
a passing story that no one knows?

I’d change myself, for better or worse,
rewrite my heart, rehearse, rehearse.
I’d bury the pieces you cannot stand,
shape myself by your careful hand.
I’d give you all, till there’s nothing to give,
just to ensure your love could live.

And if one day you no longer need
the love I offer, the vows I plead,
know this, my love, through all the pain:
my heart would break, but I’d never complain.
For loving you is worth it all,
even if someday I take the fall.

You are my everything, my sacred vow,
my reason for being, my here and now.
Though questions linger, though doubts remain,
I’ll love you fiercely, through joy and pain.
And if the answer is not what I dream,
I’ll hold on to this—our love’s brightest gleam

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.

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.