I want to make you mine,
not just in whispered promises,
not just in silent prayers,
but in the life we build, brick by brick,
hand in hand.
But my hands empty, searching
grasp only air where security should be.
Not because I do not try,
not because I do not dream,
but because the world demands more
than love alone.
I am not afraid of struggle.
I am not ashamed of waiting.
But I fear the days slipping,
the distance stretching,
the time that asks me, "When?"
when I have no answer yet.
I do not want to come to you
with only poetry in my pockets,
with only love in my voice.
I want to bring you a future,
solid as the ground beneath our feet,
safe as the home I will build for us.
So I walk forward,
step by step, fight by fight,
knowing that one day,
when I stand before you,
it won’t just be as a lover
but as the man who kept his promise.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 8:42 AM UTC
I want to make you mine,
not just in whispered promises,
not just in silent prayers,
but in the life we build, brick by brick,
hand in hand.
But my hands empty, searching
grasp only air where security should be.
Not because I do not try,
not because I do not dream,
but because the world demands more
than love alone.
I am not afraid of struggle.
I am not ashamed of waiting.
But I fear the days slipping,
the distance stretching,
the time that asks me, "When?"
when I have no answer yet.
I do not want to come to you
with only poetry in my pockets,
with only love in my voice.
I want to bring you a future,
solid as the ground beneath our feet,
safe as the home I will build for us.
So I walk forward,
step by step, fight by fight,
knowing that one day,
when I stand before you,
it won’t just be as a lover
but as the man who kept his promise.
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