My love, please don’t let my fears come true—
don’t let me become the man who stole your lovers fool,
swept you off your feet, then left you lost and tall,
far from the home we built right from school.
You’ve always been my King of Kings, right by my side,
from the very first moment my heart came alive.
You’ve lifted me up when I felt broken inside,
and turned my darkest days into something bright.
Still, I’m scared of death—I’ll admit it, I am.
I fear it might come sooner than I’m ready to mend.
So forgive me, love, and lend me a little more time,
a few soft years with a steady heart and a clear mind.
I won’t hide, I won’t be ashamed of who I’ve been—
life is a gift, that’s why they call it the present.
The future is wild, like mist on a mountainside,
or a golden pheasant rising at dawn in the distance.
Like ancient mist on the highest peak,
steady and strong through every storm and every night.
Before the quiet comes and the curtain falls,
let me love you fully, with nothing held back inside.