💖 Loved To Be Seen

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💖 Loved To Be Seen (Refined Romantic Poem Version)

There are moments when love isn’t loud—  
it’s quiet, tender, and deeply felt.  
This poem is for those who long  
to be truly seen.

Had I been seen—not watched, but known,  
a heart unveiled, no mask, alone.  
To love is not to simply gaze,  
but to feel the soul in subtle ways.

Your eyes, a mirror to my ache,  
each glance a promise you won’t break.  
Not just a look, but love’s embrace—  
a quiet vow, a sacred space.

To be seen is to be kissed,  
by truth, by warmth, by all I’ve missed.  
No need to speak, no need to flee—  
just you, just love, just destiny.

Written with a heart wide open — Pia 🦋

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