I am a collection of everyone I've ever loved

I am a promise, an illusion of love
A boy misunderstood, judged from above
A muse for girls lost in cinema’s haze
Where dreams confuse my shifting gaze
A line between love and desire
Hoping for a promise that never expire

I am my friend’s laughter, bright and clear

An echo that dances, light as cheer
Her quirks and mine, in perfect sync

Two threads entwined, no need to think

Our bond deepens with each shared stride

In the monthly dance of womanhood’s tide

I am my Mother’s watchful eyes
Piercing, sharp, seeing through lies

I can’t resist the need to intervene
Offer advice, support, in deen
For her love and guidance never cease,
I strive to be half as her, my pillar of peace

I am my Dad’s temper, a fire inside
A love expressed in ways that may hide
His actions modest for right and wrong
A silent pattern that’s been there all along

Passion often misunderstood
Subtle actions that speak more than he could

I am a collection, a patchwork of soul
Stitches of stories that make me whole
Each person, each memory, marked in the weave
A mosaic growing, with no end to leave
No tile the same, no piece too small
Yet I am the pattern connecting them all