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.