the kind of love I want

I want to be seen, to be told that my eyes are dreamy, 

and that my smile is loved because it’s so goofy, 

and that my thoughts are wonderful to listen to 

even though they are not concise, 

I want to be loved and to be given a surprise, 

showing up to my door and telling me you’re mine, 

that’s the way I want to be loved. 

I want to be treasured and I want to treasure in return, 

I want to have all the fun in the world, 

yet I want that seriousness and depth in our bond, 

I want our souls to be together, to be strong. 

I don’t want to feel like I am not seen. 

Like I am not someone’s dream. 

Like I don’t deserved to be heard if my thoughts are not expressed clean. 

In one lifetime, surely this is something I can experience? 

My life can feel insanely rosy and blinding with radiance? 

My love would make someone feel treasured, not obsessed over? 

We could talk for hours as we rest on each other’s shoulders? 

Maybe what I want is unrealistic. Maybe it’s rare. 

Am I willing to take a chance in case it’s there?