You proclaimed your love, but do you really see me?
The depth of my soul, where the waves crash, causing havoc in me.
Will you be the cup where my heart can overflow,
and hold its tender beat, steady and slow?
Will you be my shelter when the clouds burst and skies pour,
wrap me in your warm embrace when the chill shakes my bones?
Will you lift me up when I sink with the tide,
and stand tall beside me when I have nowhere to hide?
When I touch rock bottom, trying to float with all my gears,
will you remind me of my strength and calm all my fears?
Can you make me feel alive when I feel hollow inside,
hold my trembling hands with love, and not try to hide?
I ask not for promises or words sweetly heard,
But for actions that match your every word.
For love is not about claiming; in giving, we show—
Will you still stand with me through my highs and my lows?

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