You see me, for who I am.
No fantasies, no facades, just me
You know my heart better than any other.
All its secrets and desires.
All its hopes and dreams, all that it is.
All it strives to be.
All its walls bound by past
All its worries of what may be.
All the scars that mar it.
Yet you still love me.
You love me for me.
No expectations of change.
No judgment of its pain.
The dreams it holds, you hold for me.
Its uncertainty you soothe.
You see me.