I want to be someone's priority.
I want to be their waking dream.
I want to see starlight in their eyes
as they look at me.
I want to know what love swept
means.
I want to be the blessed gift of
GodDess
Not the consolation prize
And if they never said "I love you"
I'd want to see it in their eyes.
I want to be wanted so intensely
That hearts quake in anticipation
of my arrival.
I want to be a choice
Not obligation for survival.
I want to be loved for who I am
Not twisted and folded to fit a mold.
I want to be loved from the heart
And cherished by the soul.
I deserve to be someone's Queen,
wife, beloved
If that's what I want to be,
And I deserve someone
Who wants that of me.
I'm worthy to be loved
Completely, sublimely, divinely,
I'm holding on to the hope that
"That Love" will someday find me.
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