What does it feel to be loved once more? To hear a heart knock at your quiet door? To feel a gaze that truly sees, Not just your smile—but your soul at ease. I long to hear those tender lines, “I love you,” said in softer times. Not rushed, not false, not said in play, But spoken real in every way. They say I’m kind, I help them breathe, That in my calm, they find relief. They like the way I gently speak, How I stay warm when they feel weak. And still I wait—with quiet grace— For love that stays, not just a phase. A love that sees the scars I hide, And holds me close, not cast aside. I want that love—the one that stays, Through silent nights and messy days. Not just because I'm "nice to know," But one who chooses me to grow. Not for the comfort I provide, But for the heart I keep inside. I want to be loved, and love in turn, A steady flame that dares to burn. So if love comes, I’ll let it in, Not as a game, but as a win— A truth I’ll trust, a hand I’ll hold, A story new, yet bravely told. I want to be loved again— But this time, with love that's truly real.