To Be Loved

To be held when silence speaks,

To be heard through quiet weeps.

To be seen beyond the skin,

Where all the tender truths begin.

To be chosen—not by chance,

But in a soul’s deliberate glance.

To be the calm in someone’s storm,

A place where hearts return and warm.

To be loved is not a game,

Not fleeting words or empty flame.

It’s staying when the night gets cold,

It’s stories shared and hands to hold.

It’s crying and still being near,

It’s fighting through the doubt and fear.

It’s knowing flaws and loving still,

It’s giving love with steady will.

To be loved is not just kissed,

It’s every little moment missed.

It’s whispered hope and patient grace,

It’s light in life’s most shadowed place.

So if you find a love so true,

That sees the raw and stays with you—

Hold it close, don’t let it flee,

For that’s what it means to be loved,

And what it means to truly be.

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