Long have I held this secret in the deep,
A silent worship hidden from the day ;
While others dream, I vigilantly keep
The words my trembling lips dare not display.
Thou art the sun that breaks the winter’s gloom,
Unknowing how thy smile transforms the air ;
A sudden light within a darkened room,
That banishes every shadow of despair.
No longer can I mask this burning fire,
Nor hide the pulse that quickens at thy sight ;
To speak of love is now my sole desire,
To crown thee as the sovereign of my light.
So take this vow, though fragile it may seem,
A truth unveiled, a soul laid bare and free ;
Thou art the essence of my waking dream,
And all my heart beats only now for thee.
In the grand tradition of Romanticism, the confession of love is not merely a statement of fact, but a surrender of the self. This verse serves as a bridge between the solitary soul and the beloved, capturing that breathless moment where risk and hope intertwine perfectly, allowing the truth to finally step into the light.
