I trust you, my love, with all that I am,
your words like anchors, steady and calm.
You tell me your pain is fleeting, a phase,
and I hold to your voice like a beacon in haze.
You are my truth, my rock, my guide,
and I trust in the love you hold inside.
I believe in you, in the strength you bear,
in the quiet assurances whispered with care.
You’ve told me we’re safe, you’ve told me we’re strong,
and I cling to those words like a comforting song.
I know your heart, I know its intent,
and I trust each message your love has sent.
But still, a shadow lingers near,
a whisper of doubt, a trace of fear.
What if one day, without warning or sound,
I wake to find you’ve turned around?
What if the love I fight to sustain
isn’t enough to hold off the rain?
I push myself, I give my all,
to make every day a fortress, tall.
To show you joy, to be your light,
to fight for us through the darkest night.
But in the quiet, a question remains:
what if my love can’t quiet your pain?
What if one day, when the silence grows loud,
and the laughter fades into a passing cloud,
you realize something I can’t yet see—
that maybe you’re better off without me?
It’s not your fault, my love, not at all,
it’s just a fear, a quiet call.
I trust you fully, with every breath,
with every joy, with every depth.
Your love is my harbor, my steady refrain,
and I believe in you, through joy and pain.
But trust doesn’t shield from the fears I hide,
of a day you might drift, or pull aside.
You’ve told me to worry not, and I try,
but the thought of losing you makes me cry.
The dryness that lingers, the weight in the air—
I fight it with hope, with love, with care.
But what if one day, we falter and break?
What if it’s more than we both can take?
Still, I believe in the strength we hold,
the fire that burns through the growing cold.
I trust in us, in the vows we’ve made,
in the promises strong and the fears that fade.
And even in doubt, in shadows unknown,
I trust in your love to guide me home.
So I’ll keep fighting, I’ll keep the flame,
I’ll carry the weight, I’ll shoulder the blame.
I trust in your words, your heart, your eyes,
even as fear within me cries.
For loving you is the bravest part,
and I’ll trust you always—with all my heart.
This is the 2. Part to “the distance between us”
I trust him fully, with heart and soul… I’m just scared that I’ll lose it all… With all my hope and heart… I just wish we don’t grow apart…
