The coffee cools upon the sill, the morning paints you golden

I watch you sleep and feel the chill of stories left untold

I measured every word I said, each gesture and each touch

Afraid the love I poured instead was never quite enough

And I have built a cage of almost and of not quite right

A prisoner of potential in the dying of the light

I aim to be the ocean, but I feel a shallow stream

A man who loves you dearly trapped inside a desperate dream

I trace the maps of happiness on someone else's chart

This anxious architect of love who forgot to trust his heart

I offered you the moon and stars, a grand elaborate scheme

While missing all the quiet wars you fought inside a dream

And I have built a cage of almost and of not quite right

A prisoner of potential in the dying of the light

I aim to be the ocean, but I feel a shallow stream

A man who loves you dearly trapped inside a desperate dream

This fear is a thief in the house of my soul

It takes the small moments and loses control

It counts every failure, it weighs every cost

And shows me the love that I might have just lost

So here's my love in its imperfect design

No longer a monument, just a hand holding mine

It's not the grand gesture, it's not the great vow

It's simply me learning to love you right now

Just now