I look at you — the world leans in
I say your name like a vow and a question
You are sunlit and exacting; I am crooked with wanting
Who am I to stand beside you?
Who am I to have bruised that brightness?
I will not shrink from that answer nor flinch from fault
I love you with the fierce, awkward hunger of someone who has learned to risk
I will fight for the place where your hand fits mine, fierce as weather, steady as tide
I will learn the edges that make you fragile and keep my fingers gentle
And if your happiness finds a road that does not have my name,
I will open both hands — not from weakness but from a love that is wide enough to let go
Letting you go will not be surrender; it will be proof of caring that outlives possession
Forgive me the times I failed
Forgive me the times I was only learning
I will return, if given a chance, with fire tempered into staying
If not, I will watch you walk toward everything you deserve and keep my heart intact by love alone