To be desired, or to be loved,

To be desired, or to be loved,

a choice so arduous, 

yet so often blurred.

What is beauty without a heart to hold it? 

A gaze that lingers, a touch that fades

they come and go, 

like waves kissing the shore,

never staying, never knowing. 

They chase moments, grasping at illusions, 

so easily won, so quickly lost. 

But tell me, dear one, 

doesn’t worth lie in what lasts? 

Why long for what is fleeting, 

when the soul can be adored? 

Why surrender to hands,

that possess your curves

that seek only moments, 

when a heart awaits 

that would hold you whole? 

that embraces your flaws, 

that finds poetry in your essence, 

that asks for nothing, 

yet treasures everything that you are. 

If only you knew 

what it is to be seen, 

to be valued beyond flesh,

then, perhaps, 

You  too would crave love 

over lust.