I love you not for light alone, but shadow's solemn hue,
Not just the strength within your soul, but wounds that still break through.
It's in the tears you hide at night, the doubts you softly bear,
The weight of burdens left unsaid, that show me you are rare.
I hold your fears within my hands, your past, your every scar,
Not seeking only fleeting smiles, but truths of who you are.
For love is more than golden days or beauty's fleeting grace,
It's standing firm when storms arise, in love's most fragile place.
I cherish more than wisdom’s glow or all the world esteems,
The broken whispers in your heart, the shadows in your dreams.
I choose you not for all you shine, but moments dim and torn,
For in your weakest, rawest hours, our truest love is born.
Your burdens are not yours alone; they weigh upon my chest,
For love's not bound by fleeting ease but trials stood confessed.
To love you means embracing all—the thorns, the aches, the grey,
And finding beauty in the dark where love will never stray.
I see the parts you long to hide, the cracks within your soul,
The battles waged behind your eyes that leave you feeling whole.
I do not ask for perfect days or laughter free of pain,
But vow to stand beside you through the sunshine and the rain.
In every scar, a story lives; in every wound, a fight,
And love's not just for daytime's glow but also for the night.
So let me hold your trembling hand when all the world feels cold,
For love is stitched in broken things and tales that must be told.
We are not made of flawless dreams or moments free from strife,
But built from whispers left unheard and lessons born of life.
I love the storms that shape your heart, the burdens you have known,
For even in your darkest hours, you're never left alone.
Together we will rise and fall, in sunlight and in shade,
For love endures beyond the peaks, where deeper roots are laid.
No weight of yours will be too much, no fear too great to bear,
For love, when true, will always stay, and always choose to care.