Marsh
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Loving someone is writing letters
On pages no one ever reads.
Being loved is waking gently
To someone tending all your needs.
Loving is waiting in the rain,
Counting every passing hour.
Being loved is finding sunshine
Blooming from another's flower.
Loving is giving all your colors,
Painting skies for someone else's dawn.
Being loved is seeing your gray skies
Turn to gold when hope feels gone.
Loving is whispering, "Stay forever,"
Though tomorrow holds no clue.
Being loved is hearing softly,
"I'll stay, no matter what we go through."
Loving is losing little pieces,
Just to see another smile.
Being loved is someone searching
Every broken, scattered mile.
Loving is carrying silent battles
Hidden underneath your skin.
Being loved is someone holding
Every war you fight within.
Loving is reading every heartbeat
Like a sacred, ancient rhyme.
Being loved is someone choosing
Your heart, every single time.
Loving is oceans without shorelines,
Deep enough to make you drown.
Being loved is finding lifeboats
Whenever life pulls you down.
Loving is watching stars together
Even if they never shine.
Being loved is someone proving
Darkest nights can still align.
Loving is saying, "Take my laughter,
Take my dreams, they're yours to keep."
Being loved is hearing, "Rest now—
I'll protect your fragile sleep."
Loving is learning every scar,
Every crack and hidden pain.
Being loved is someone kissing
Every tear instead of blame.
Loving is writing endless poems
No one ever gets to hear.
Being loved is becoming someone's
Favorite verse, forever near.
Loving is praying in the silence,
Asking heaven, "Keep them safe."
Being loved is someone's prayer
Calling your own precious name.
Loving is standing at the station,
Watching someone's train depart.
Being loved is seeing footsteps
Running back to claim your heart.
Loving is giving without counting,
Never asking what's returned.
Being loved is finding someone
Who gives more than what you've earned.
Loving is lighting every candle,
Watching all the wax melt slow.
Being loved is someone shielding
Your small flame when cold winds blow.
Loving is a song unfinished,
Waiting for another voice.
Being loved is hearing harmony—
Not by luck, but by their choice.
Loving someone can feel endless,
Like a river to the sea.
Being loved feels like discovering
Someone chose the river... and chose me.
So tell me—
Which is greater?
To love with all your soul,
Even if your heart breaks?
Or to be loved so completely
That broken pieces become whole?
Perhaps love was never meant
To choose one side above the other.
For loving someone teaches the heart
How deeply it can give.
But being loved teaches the soul
Why it was always worthy to live.
One is the fire that keeps burning,
Even through the storm's embrace.
The other is the warmth that gently says,
"You don't have to burn alone."
And maybe...
The rarest miracle on earth
Is not simply loving,
Nor merely being loved.
It is when two hearts become each other's poem—
Where one keeps writing,
And the other never stops reading.
On pages no one ever reads.
Being loved is waking gently
To someone tending all your needs.
Loving is waiting in the rain,
Counting every passing hour.
Being loved is finding sunshine
Blooming from another's flower.
Loving is giving all your colors,
Painting skies for someone else's dawn.
Being loved is seeing your gray skies
Turn to gold when hope feels gone.
Loving is whispering, "Stay forever,"
Though tomorrow holds no clue.
Being loved is hearing softly,
"I'll stay, no matter what we go through."
Loving is losing little pieces,
Just to see another smile.
Being loved is someone searching
Every broken, scattered mile.
Loving is carrying silent battles
Hidden underneath your skin.
Being loved is someone holding
Every war you fight within.
Loving is reading every heartbeat
Like a sacred, ancient rhyme.
Being loved is someone choosing
Your heart, every single time.
Loving is oceans without shorelines,
Deep enough to make you drown.
Being loved is finding lifeboats
Whenever life pulls you down.
Loving is watching stars together
Even if they never shine.
Being loved is someone proving
Darkest nights can still align.
Loving is saying, "Take my laughter,
Take my dreams, they're yours to keep."
Being loved is hearing, "Rest now—
I'll protect your fragile sleep."
Loving is learning every scar,
Every crack and hidden pain.
Being loved is someone kissing
Every tear instead of blame.
Loving is writing endless poems
No one ever gets to hear.
Being loved is becoming someone's
Favorite verse, forever near.
Loving is praying in the silence,
Asking heaven, "Keep them safe."
Being loved is someone's prayer
Calling your own precious name.
Loving is standing at the station,
Watching someone's train depart.
Being loved is seeing footsteps
Running back to claim your heart.
Loving is giving without counting,
Never asking what's returned.
Being loved is finding someone
Who gives more than what you've earned.
Loving is lighting every candle,
Watching all the wax melt slow.
Being loved is someone shielding
Your small flame when cold winds blow.
Loving is a song unfinished,
Waiting for another voice.
Being loved is hearing harmony—
Not by luck, but by their choice.
Loving someone can feel endless,
Like a river to the sea.
Being loved feels like discovering
Someone chose the river... and chose me.
So tell me—
Which is greater?
To love with all your soul,
Even if your heart breaks?
Or to be loved so completely
That broken pieces become whole?
Perhaps love was never meant
To choose one side above the other.
For loving someone teaches the heart
How deeply it can give.
But being loved teaches the soul
Why it was always worthy to live.
One is the fire that keeps burning,
Even through the storm's embrace.
The other is the warmth that gently says,
"You don't have to burn alone."
And maybe...
The rarest miracle on earth
Is not simply loving,
Nor merely being loved.
It is when two hearts become each other's poem—
Where one keeps writing,
And the other never stops reading.
Every verse feels like a gentle warm hug. It takes a beautiful mind to capture the rarest miracle of love so perfectly. This post deserves to be read over and over again. Brilliant thread! "