Waiting to Be Loved
Longing for a Love to Call My Own
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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.
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Comments (1)
This was so wonderful. Loved your poem!