LOVE TO ME.

Not just in roses,

nor chocolates in red,

but in knowing

you’re seen, not misread.

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Love is a whisper,

a space to exist—

not the forgotten,

but the one truly missed.

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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.

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He’ll see me

as I see myself in this light,

a force of nature,

unshunned,

a spark burning both day and night.

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Unperturbed, I wait

for the one who chooses to love me.

I love me enough,

fully content, just waiting to be.

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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.