In her love,
I am a hero,
a king,
a poet.
But without her love,
I am nothing—
alive,
yet as if already dead.
Her love lifts me,
crowns me with purpose,
fills my soul with verses I never knew I could write.
She sees the best in me,
and because of that,
I become the best version of myself.
But take her love away,
and the light fades.
The words fall silent,
the crown slips,
and the hero disappears.
Because it’s not the world that defines me—
it’s her heart.
And without it,
I’m just a shadow
of the man I was
when she loved me.
