**The Giving of My Name**

I would entrust to thee my hidden name—
The one no stranger's tongue was meant to bear;
For names possess a quiet, sacred flame,
And leave the soul unveiled to those who dare.

A whispered name may place the heart at stake;
Its syllables, once spoken, cannot flee.
Yet I would trust thee—not to wound nor break
The tender cord that binds my soul to thee.

I would surrender every secret room,
The dreams that bloom where waking eyes are blind,
The silent hopes that perfume midnight's gloom,
The undiscovered country of my mind.

Take all of me—the sunlight and the rain,
The faults I carry, and the grace I own;
The songs of joy, the old remembered pain—
Let none of me be loved by thee alone.

I long to greet the first pale breath of dawn
Beside thy waking, quiet as the light;
To hear thy voice before the day is born,
And keep thee company through every night.

I would be witness to thy passing hours,
To every thought thy gentle spirit weaves;
And build with thee imagined, living towers,
Raised high by faith no winter ever leaves.

If there is magic left beneath the skies,
It lives not in the stars above the sea,
But in the soul that trusts another's eyes,
And dares to speak its truest name... to thee.