In every heart, a shadow plays,

We wrestle with our flawed displays.

With kindness wrapped in tangled thread,

I push my love where it feels misled.

A gentle breeze can turn to storm,

In every well-intended form.

I've learned to tread where hearts may break,

Yet still, I give more than they can take.

For everyone holds a shadowed seam,

A patchwork quilt of hope and dream.

And mine, it whispers with heart that's pleaded-

My bad trait is forcing my love into places it's not needed.