Butterfly 🦋

💖 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 🦋

I’d love to be loved.  Had be seen a watch Tower.  Love to has be seen

       🌹 Paper Petals’’ By Pia Hjorth. 6/8  2025 I tried to press a rose between two pages of goodbye. But it bled through the lines and stained every memory. I touched the outline where the petals used to sleep— fragile folds of loss now folded into silence.

 --- 🧁 Grandma, I Wish You Were Here She lays the coffee table for six, With lace so fine and quiet tricks. Strawberry cake in slices wide, Lemonade cups lined side by side. She walks with grace through summer air, Her crown of beauty—silver hair. The scent of home is in her hands, And love flows soft like garden strands. The chairs all wait, the laughter hums, But now the silence softly comes. I close my eyes and see her near— Oh Grandma… I wish you were here 

 The Silence Between Apples by Pia Hjorth  They fell like promises — soft and round, Now bruised and broken on the ground. Once ripe with laughter, sweet with grace, Now fading slow in time’s embrace. The orchard hums a hollow tune, Where we once danced beneath the moon. The grass remembers every kiss, But love forgets — it’s come to this. No hands to gather what’s been lost, No voice to mourn the silent cost. Just apples rotting in the shade, Where once our hearts were gently laid. The silence speaks in skins turned brown, In fruit too tired to wear its crown. Love was here — I saw it bloom, Now it sleeps beneath the gloom.

 🌾 Midsummer Waltz Look—your shadow dances free, To grasshopper songs in symphony. A violin of wings and breeze, Meanders through the orchard trees. There, strawberries blush in morning light, Birdsong weaving joy in flight. Sweet cherries, red as cheeks aglow, Healthy hearts in sunshine’s flow. The sun, a golden crown so wide, The moon wrapped in stars, side by side. Nature twirls in velvet air, And love—your love—is everywhere.

 Push Me, Pull Me We push, We pull out of passion, Forget the past for one more night. Danger’s dancing in the ashes, Love too hot to hold too tight. (Oh honey) Give this love a reckless kick, A little kiss, a fevered trick. Even though the world’s gone mad, Healing finds us where we’re bad. Pull me close, then push me far, Spin me ‘round like a shooting star. Swill the pain, sip the thrill— Love me wrong, but love me still.