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