I may not be the perfect man,
With polished edges, a flawless plan.
But in the shadows, where dreams take flight,
I'm the one who fights, who stands to write.
With weary hands and a hopeful heart,
I stumble and fall, but I play my part.
Through storms that rage and trials that test,
I'll give my all, I'll never rest.
I'm flawed and fragile, with scars to show,
Each mark a lesson, each bruise a glow.
But through the struggle, through every doubt,
I'm the man who tries, who won't back out.
When the world grows heavy and burdens press down,
I'll rise from the ashes, refuse to drown.
For every failure, I learn to stand tall,
I gather my strength; I will not fall.
So here's my promise, my vow to you,
Though perfection eludes me, my love is true.
I may not be perfect, but my heart is pure,
In every endeavor, my spirit will endure.
With every heartbeat, I'll strive to be,
The man who fights, who believes in "we."
So take my hand as we journey through,
Together we'll rise, just me and you.
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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...
