Doubt

 Tate, my love, a confession I bear,

Inadequacy gnaws at me, I fear.

You shine so bright, an angel so rare,

I wonder if I’m worthy to share.

Your love, a gift, I can’t comprehend,

I see my flaws, and they won’t amend.

In your presence, I feel so small,

Afraid that I might let you down, enthrall.

Your kindness and grace, a beacon of light,

While I stumble in shadows, full of plight.

I question if I’m enough for you,

As doubts and insecurities brew.

Yet, you love me, flaws and all,

In your heart, I find a haven’s call.

With you, I feel safe, understood,

In your love, I find all that is good.

Tate, my love, you see me clear,

Through every doubt, you draw me near.

You deserve the world, it’s true,

But with all my heart, I vow to be true.

I may feel unworthy, deep inside,

But by your side, I’ll stand with pride.

For in your love, I’m learning to see,

That you chose me, 

and that’s all I need to be.