I’m no good with words or rhythm.
My voice shakes and my palms sweat,
my knees get weak and I barely can stand.
I hope you know I love you anyways.

I’m quiet and shy, I prefer to be alone.
I’m easily angered and I struggle to not shout.
I hope you can still see the love through the flames in my eyes.

I swear I love you through my faults,
They are who I am.

Because who I am loves you with all her being
And I hope you love her too.