To Be Loved

To be genuinely loved, truly,

Feels as though you were meant to be,

As though the world might stop,

If you were no longer in it.

And when the one who loves you,

Dies,

It is as though the world has stopped,

And you are no longer in it.

True love is like a shared gravity,

Pulling each into a shared orbit,

Seasons measured by revolutions,

Around each other.

A genuine love is a pure diamond,

Forged in the heat and pressure of life,

Across time creating,

Something precious and rare.

To be loved is a gift unmerited,

Bewildering and surprising,

To return love is the beginning,

Of life.

~FS