In the quiet rhythm of the night,
I stands, a silhouette against the moonlight.

Not difficult to love, no, never that,
But my heart has wandered where the wrong men have sat.

I love with an open heart, unguarded,
Yet, I find myself in places where my spirit’s bombarded.

I asked for love from those who couldn’t see,
The depth of my soul, the dreams I set free.

I want the world, oh yes, I dream it,
Without a whisper, without having to plead it.

Tired of carrying the weight all alone,
Yet scared to ask for help, scared of the unknown.

My strength is in solitude, my independence fierce,
But it’s a double-edged sword for my heart it pierces.

Self-sufficient, hyper-independent, a fortress built,
Yet the walls tremble with the weight overbuilt, full tilt.

Let down in times I dared to lean,
Scared to depend, scared to be seen.

But beneath the fear, there’s a quiet hope,
A wish for love that doesn’t make me cope.

A warrior in my own right,
Braving battles in the dead of night.

But oh, how I long for the gentle embrace,
To find solace in a kind and loving face.

The world is mine, if I could ask,
To shed the armour, to drop the mask.

To find a love that holds my hand,
Without me having to make a stand.

In the echo of my heart’s silent plea,
She whispers, “Love, come find me.”

No longer the seeker, but the found,
In a world where love truly abounds.

Let my heart rest, let her spirit soar,
For I deserves the world and so much more.

In quiet strength, let me be,
A woman who loves and is loved, completely.

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