In the shadows of your gentle gaze,
I find myself searching for a place,
A corner in your world to call mine,
Yet, always feeling just out of line.

Your laughter echoes in my heart,
A melody I wish to be a part,
But doubts whisper in the night,
That I am not your perfect light.

I weave my hopes in silent threads,
Dreams of us in colors not yet bled,
Yet, my canvas remains untouched,
In a love I fear is too much.

Still, I stand with open hands,
Longing for a love that understands,
Praying one day I will be enough,
In a world where love feels so tough.