I dare you to love me not in the sunlit hour, but in the dusk when I’ve wilted like a bruised flower. I dare you to love me when I flinch from soft touch, when silence becomes armor Even when I ask for too much. I dare you to love me when I tremble...not just grace, when I speak in spirals and hide half my face. I dare you to love me, only me, like the sea to the abandoned shore returning again though it's hurt before. I dare you to love me without needing repair, when my arrogance overpower and still choose to care. So if you can defy fate for us, Stay when the storms don't cease, then maybe, just maybe... I’ll believe in your love with ease.