Waiting to Be Loved

In the quiet corners of my heart, I wait,

Not daring to seek, not tempting fate.

Hoping for a love that's pure and true,

For someone who feels as deeply as I do.

I sit in silence, watching days go by,

Dreaming of a love that makes my spirit fly.

A gentle touch, a whispered word,

A love that’s felt but never heard.

The world moves on in a hurried pace,

Yet here I am, in this lonely space.

Waiting to be loved, not just to give,

Searching for a reason, a will to live.

I see the lovers as they pass,

In their eyes, a future, in their hearts, a past.

Their love, a beacon, bright and clear,

While I remain, year after year.

To be loved is to be seen,

To be cherished in ways that are serene.

A hand to hold, a heart to trust,

A bond that's built on more than just lust.

So here I wait, with patient grace,

For love to find its rightful place.

In the arms of one who’ll understand,

And with that love, we’ll make our stand.

In time, I hope my heart will see,

A love that’s meant for only me.

Until then, in dreams, I’ll dwell,

Waiting to be loved, and loved well.