In the Stillness of the Night

In the stillness of the night, under the weight of a single tear, it comes:

The pounding of a heart, the terror creeping in.

The distance of the world, the absence of a man—

Will he ever be enough for what he feels in his soul?

The will to rise battles the fear to stay,

Insecurity whispers, "You'll fail anyway."

And yet, in the struggle, he finds something true,

A strength he never knew.

Not in perfection, but in resolve,

Through the storms of himself, he tries to evolve.

In the stillness of the night, he stands,

A man reshaped by Her hand.

His will and insecurity now entwined,

Not out of ease, but for what he feels inside.

The ghost of doubt endlessly haunts,

But still, he tries, he strains, he reaches,

Every failure a lesson She patiently teaches.

Yet fear lingers, sharp and raw,

That his love, so deep, might give Her pause.

Will the weight of his devotion drive Her away,

Or anchor Her heart to choose to stay?

He kneels not to seek, but to give,

Every part of himself, for Her to live.

In the stillness of the night, he prays,

That She sees his heart and does not walk away.

For in Her presence, his world feels whole,

She commands not just his body, but his soul.

And though he hides it, his fear does swell—

Does he serve Her needs, does he serve Her well?

He aches to please, to meet Her desire,

To stoke the flames of Her radiant fire.

But what if his yearning, his unyielding need,

Is more than She wants, a burden to be?

Still, he clings to hope, fragile and bright,

That She sees his devotion as a guiding light.

His heart, though trembling, is open wide,

Vulnerable, bare, with nowhere to hide.

In the stillness of the night, he breathes,

A quiet plea that She believes.

Not just in his service, but in the man beneath,

Who lays his soul at Her feet in a vow to keep.

For love like this, fierce and untamed,

Carries risks that can’t be named.

But he’d rather risk all, let his love unfold,

Than live in a shadow, afraid and cold.

So, in the stillness of the night, he stays,

Kneeling in hope that She’ll understand.

His fear and love, a delicate thread,

Bound in the trust that She'll lead ahead.