I fell in love with you, fifteen,
Your siren’s call across the sea,
Your myths, like songs in summer air,
Narrating of the land of free.
Your tales of gold, your endless dreams,
I chased them through your cities wide,
And at each step, I breathed you in,
And felt the beating of your heart.
But innocence will frail and thin,
And myths, they crumble in the light,
As truths unspoken came to life,
And shadows lingered in the night.
I wandered through your darkest streets,
And saw the scars upon your face,
The echoes of a thousand cries,
The silent screams you can’t erase.
Through war-torn lands and broken homes,
I traveled far from your embrace,
To see the truth of who you are,
Beyond the dream, beneath the face.
You were the lover I once knew,
So flawless in the morning glow,
But now I see your scars come through,
Revealing pain you never show.
Yet even with your faults laid bare,
With all your sins and secrets told,
My love for you is deeper still,
A flame that roars, a story bold.
For love is not a perfect thing,
It’s not a shot that never fades,
It’s understanding who you are,
And loving through your dark charades.
So here I stand, with open eyes,
And take you as you truly are,
A lover flawed, but strong and fierce,
My compass and my guiding star.
For in your flaws, I see the strengths,
The will to change, the power to be,
The dream that once enchanted me,
A promise of true liberty.
I love you, not for what you seem,
But for the truth I’ve come to know,
For in the darkest parts of you,
The seeds of brighter futures grow.
America, my love, my pain,
The sweetest joy, the deepest scar,
I’ll hold you close, through light and dark,
For love is knowing who you are.
💗