Oh, to be loved without pleading lips, Without stretched hands or sinking ships, To feel a heart reach out, not demand— To be held, unasked, with steady hand. Not chasing crumbs of sweet affection, Not drawing maps for their direction, But simply known, in quiet grace, Without a need to state my case. Oh, to be loved as I have done, Like sunlight cast on everyone, No keeping score, no silent test, Just giving all, then giving rest. To have someone just understand, To meet my soul and not demand A proof, a pitch, a list, a plea— Just love me whole, just see me, me. The way I pause to feel their pain, The way I stay through storm and rain— If only that could circle back, To fill the places where I lack. Oh, to be loved—no need to shout, No wondering what it's all about— Just to be chosen, day by day, In that soft, steady kind of way.