How I long for someone to love me wholeheartedly
not halfway, not when it’s easy,
but the kind of love that stays
even when the silence is heavy
and the world feels too loud to breathe.
I want to be held
not just touched,
but embraced in a way that says,
“You are safe here.”
Wrap me up in your warmth,
let my worries dissolve in your arms
like sugar in tea
sweet, slow, and steady.
Give me butterflies with every touch,
let your fingers trace my skin
like poetry written in secret ink,
words that only I can feel.
Make my soul blush at your presence,
and my heart race at the sound of your name.
Caress me gently,
not just with hands, but with intention.
Touch my heart before you touch my body.
Make me melt from the inside out
from my spirit down to my bones.
Kiss me...deep,
with passion that rewrites the past,
that makes me forget every heartbreak
and remember every promise I prayed for.
Let every kiss be a declaration
that you see me,
you choose me,
you love me.
Know how to care for me
not by fixing me,
but by understanding me.
Be my calm when the storms rage,
be my voice when my strength is quiet.
Hold space for me when I’m fragile,
and celebrate me when I rise.
Make me feel seen not just admired,
but truly known.
See the woman who’s been through fire
and still dares to love again.
Hear the trembling in my laughter,
and the courage in my silence.
Put no one before me but God
for love without Him is just emotion.
Let our faith be the foundation,
our prayers the glue,
and our purpose the pulse
that keeps us alive together.
Show me the softer side of things
where love doesn’t hurt,
it heals.
Where “forever” isn’t a word you throw around,
but a vow you whisper when no one’s watching.
Let’s build a love that mirrors grace
undeserved, unwavering, and unbreakable.
Because I don’t want just romance from the books
I want a love that feels handwritten by Heaven.
A love that holds me through the pain
and praises me through the progress.
I want the kind of love
that looks like two souls learning each other
patiently, passionately, purposefully.
Let’s walk through this world hand in hand
two imperfect people,
loving perfectly through faith.
Let’s speak life into each other,
dream boldly together,
and build a story that time can’t erase.
So when I say I long for love,
I don’t mean the movie kind
I mean the miracle kind.
The love that feels like answered prayers,
the love that says,
“I see your scars,
and I choose you anyway.”
Because when it’s real
when it’s God-sent,
you don’t just fall in love…
you rise in it.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 12:17 AM UTC
How I long for someone to love me wholeheartedly
not halfway, not when it’s easy,
but the kind of love that stays
even when the silence is heavy
and the world feels too loud to breathe.
I want to be held
not just touched,
but embraced in a way that says,
“You are safe here.”
Wrap me up in your warmth,
let my worries dissolve in your arms
like sugar in tea
sweet, slow, and steady.
Give me butterflies with every touch,
let your fingers trace my skin
like poetry written in secret ink,
words that only I can feel.
Make my soul blush at your presence,
and my heart race at the sound of your name.
Caress me gently,
not just with hands, but with intention.
Touch my heart before you touch my body.
Make me melt from the inside out
from my spirit down to my bones.
Kiss me...deep,
with passion that rewrites the past,
that makes me forget every heartbreak
and remember every promise I prayed for.
Let every kiss be a declaration
that you see me,
you choose me,
you love me.
Know how to care for me
not by fixing me,
but by understanding me.
Be my calm when the storms rage,
be my voice when my strength is quiet.
Hold space for me when I’m fragile,
and celebrate me when I rise.
Make me feel seen not just admired,
but truly known.
See the woman who’s been through fire
and still dares to love again.
Hear the trembling in my laughter,
and the courage in my silence.
Put no one before me but God
for love without Him is just emotion.
Let our faith be the foundation,
our prayers the glue,
and our purpose the pulse
that keeps us alive together.
Show me the softer side of things
where love doesn’t hurt,
it heals.
Where “forever” isn’t a word you throw around,
but a vow you whisper when no one’s watching.
Let’s build a love that mirrors grace
undeserved, unwavering, and unbreakable.
Because I don’t want just romance from the books
I want a love that feels handwritten by Heaven.
A love that holds me through the pain
and praises me through the progress.
I want the kind of love
that looks like two souls learning each other
patiently, passionately, purposefully.
Let’s walk through this world hand in hand
two imperfect people,
loving perfectly through faith.
Let’s speak life into each other,
dream boldly together,
and build a story that time can’t erase.
So when I say I long for love,
I don’t mean the movie kind
I mean the miracle kind.
The love that feels like answered prayers,
the love that says,
“I see your scars,
and I choose you anyway.”
Because when it’s real
when it’s God-sent,
you don’t just fall in love…
you rise in it.