Not a Crystal Stairs Climber

Beneath the watchful eye of the moon,
A guardian angel, her love in full bloom.
Her presence, a whisper, a comforting breeze,
A lighthouse guiding through stormy seas.

In the shadows, she weaves her tender care,
A tapestry of love, both firm and fair.
At times, her touch may feel like a cage,
But her heart's intent, pure as a sage.

A dance of duality, freedom and tether,
Bound by the threads of love's own weather.
I yearn to soar, to chart my own course,
Yet, her love's gravity, a powerful force.

In the quiet moments, guilt takes its hold,
A fear of failing, a story untold.
But within her eyes, I see the truth,
Her faith in me, the dreams of my youth.

May she find joy in the life she's led,
A garden of happiness, lovingly bred.
For one day, I'll show her the fruits of her care,
A life well-lived, her worries laid bare.

And as the moon sets, the sun will rise,
A testament to love, a bond that never dies.