Published by: Louise Tupaz
Date Published: January 22, 2024
Time Published: 10:28 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: The wistful feeling of wanting to fall in love, but knowing it isn't time yet.
I'll meet someone, you know?
And right away, it will click—
that person will show me that true love doesn't inflict pain,
it doesn't doubt or question,
leaving you uncertain if there's something superior out there.
He'll love me just for being,
the laughter bubbling from my chest—
purely because he recognizes there's no one better,
because I'm what is the best to him,
with no room for competition.
Only because there would be no need for competition,
this love, his love, will be one where I won't feel the need
nor the desire to vie for;
it would be a foreign concept,
I won't have to struggle for once.
Every time I see him,
he will express that he doesn't want me to leave.
His love will be gentle and forgiving,
reminiscent of the comfort of being tucked into bed;
a soft, sweet feeling.
This love exists even if I haven't found it yet;
It's still out there somewhere,
it matters not if I have to wait for it.
His love, and he, will come when it is time—
a time when we ar e both ready for each other.
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