LOVE TO ME.
Love, to me, is more than grand gestures—it's being truly seen, understood, and valued. This poem is a reflection of self-love, patience, and the kind of love that doesn’t settle. Whether or not love finds me, I remain enough......HAPPY POST VALENTINE'S DAY.
Not just in roses,
nor chocolates in red,
but in knowing
you’re seen, not misread.
*
Love is a whisper,
a space to exist—
not the forgotten,
but the one truly missed.
*
Love to me is sight.
Love ain’t blind,
my lover will see me for my flawed gleam,
yet still be in awe,
loving me for me, as it seems.
*
He’ll see me
as I see myself in this light,
a force of nature,
unshunned,
a spark burning both day and night.
*
Unperturbed, I wait
for the one who chooses to love me.
I love me enough,
fully content, just waiting to be.
*
I’ll wait till the end,
through what comes my way,
in spite of it all,
I’ll stand strong every day.
*
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
finding love is scarce,
but my love is enough—regardless.
About the Creator
Marvelous Michael
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“Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will by no means pass away.”
Matthew 24:35 NKJV
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This is beautiful—strong, self-assured, and full of quiet power. Love isn't just about being wanted; it's about being seen, and you captured that perfectly. The ending? Chef's kiss.