In a world of expectations, where dreams reach for the sky,
I stand here with my heart wide open, wondering why.
You say you love me deeply, but your actions tell a tale,
Of half-hearted whispers, of ships that never sail.
You give me little glimpses, a taste of what could be,
But when I reach for all of you, you pull away from me.
I crave a full commitment, a love that's truly mine,
Yet here I am, left counting, your love a borrowed time.
You can't build a fortress with just fragments of a stone,
Can't claim to be my anchor if you won't dive to the bone.
A hundred is the promise, a hundred is the goal,
But if you're only giving ninety-five, where's the heart and soul?
In the dance of our connection, I seek a rhythm true,
Not just the steps you take, but the way you move with me too.
Love isn't just a number; it's the fire in our eyes,
The way we brave the storms, the depth of our goodbyes.
So if you truly mean it, if you want this love to thrive,
Give all of you, don't hold back—let's reach for that hundred drive.
For I won't settle for the shadows, nor a love that feels contrived,
I need a heart that's all in, not just ninety-five.
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100+ Poems for Gabrielle ~ Vol. 1
Poetry"100+ Poems for Gabrielle" is a first volume, heartfelt collection of poems dedicated to someone special, weaving together themes of love, friendship, and deep emotions. Each poem reflects unique moments and feelings, offering a journey through word...
