I am full of love— one that never taught me greed. My friends are my teachers, their kindness cradles me like the sky holds the dusk, revealing my beauty in quiet grace. In their eyes, I am not just the cheer of sunlight— they see me deep, as deep as caves beneath the sea, as wide as the mercy that understands why corals choose not to follow the waves. How could I not be this gentle, when clouds surround me, ready to carry me home, a shoulder to rest my tired heart, a veil when I don’t wish to face the world? And when I meet a man who wishes to name my heart, I will not be lost. I will know the feeling that doesn’t make me disappear, for I’ve known the joy of love that speaks the language I understand.