Each day I never fail to gaze upon your light;
“An angel from above,” my lips confess in quiet delight.
With reason after reason, I find ways to draw near –
In dreams and whispered wishes, I long to keep you here.
Your presence stirs a softness I can scarcely understand,
A pull as gentle as twilight, as warm as a guiding hand.
You walk, and colors brighten; you speak and sorrows fade –
In you, I see the poetry that life itself has made.
For so long I have wished to reveal the feelings that I bear,
Yet a trembling fear within me keeps my heart from laying bare.
I rehearse the words in silence, but they falter on my tongue –
A love too bright, too fragile, too deep to leave unsung.
So, I bury every heartbeat, let these aching truths subside,
I fold them into shadows where my quiet hopes can hide.
For never can I shout it, though every breath feels true –
My secret adoration, my hidden love for you.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC
Each day I never fail to gaze upon your light;
“An angel from above,” my lips confess in quiet delight.
With reason after reason, I find ways to draw near –
In dreams and whispered wishes, I long to keep you here.
Your presence stirs a softness I can scarcely understand,
A pull as gentle as twilight, as warm as a guiding hand.
You walk, and colors brighten; you speak and sorrows fade –
In you, I see the poetry that life itself has made.
For so long I have wished to reveal the feelings that I bear,
Yet a trembling fear within me keeps my heart from laying bare.
I rehearse the words in silence, but they falter on my tongue –
A love too bright, too fragile, too deep to leave unsung.
So, I bury every heartbeat, let these aching truths subside,
I fold them into shadows where my quiet hopes can hide.
For never can I shout it, though every breath feels true –
My secret adoration, my hidden love for you.
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