Oh, To Be Loved and Adored
To be loved and adored,
to be seen as something much more
than a face in the crowd,
more than a body on the floor-
but a soul worth fighting for.
To be held in the safest of arms,
far from the chaos, away from alarms,
where silence is soft,
and the world does no harm,
a refuge, a shelter, a balm.
To be chosen each day,
in a thousand small ways,
not just in fireworks,
but in steady flames that stay.
That's the miracle-
a love that won't sway.
Oh, to be loved until mirrors turn kind,
'til scars lose their weight,
and doubts fall behind.
To believe you are worthy,
no mask, no disguise,
just truth in the warmth
of familiar eyes.
To be adored, not for show,
not for roles you don't know,
but for laughter that breaks,
and the softness you show.
For a name that feels holy
on the lips that bestow.
And yes-it is crazy,
to be loved, let alone adored.
A madness, a mercy,
a storm and reward.
It shakes you, remakes you,
opens every closed door...
oh, to be loved-
Why would anyone ask for more.
To be loved and nothing more
