How much of me must fall before your gaze,
How many walls must crumble into dust,
To show the soul that hides behind this maze,
And prove that love is more than hope or trust?

You see the shape my hands have built with care,
But not the heart that beats to match your own.

I rise, not just to earn a place up there,
But so beside you, I’ll be fully known.
No throne I seek, nor glory’s fleeting flame—
Just quiet nearness when the veils descend.

And if fate lifts the curtain on my name,
I pray you’ll meet not stranger, but a friend.
For every step I take is meant to be,
The road that leads my hidden self to thee.