In the quiet moments of the night,
My heart whispers tales of doubt,
Of shadows cast by your bright light,
Where my hopes flicker, then fade out.

I trace the lines of your gentle face,
With trembling hands that long to hold,
Yet fear grips tight in its embrace,
A story of worth left untold.

Beneath the stars, I search for signs,
In constellations drawn above,
But all I find are crooked lines,
Symbols of my unworthy love.

Still, I stand in your radiant glow,
A silent wish upon the breeze,
Hoping one day you will know,
Even flawed hearts can find their ease.