When Hearts Yearn

They say I'm weak for wanting more, For letting feelings rush ashore. But is it weakness to crave connection? To find in sparks a deeper reflection? No, it's human-raw and true, To value bonds, to feel anew. I'm not desperate, nor am I small; I just have a heart that gives it all. They call it weakness, this open heart, That feels too much from the very start. A glance, a word, a fleeting touch, And suddenly, I care too much. But is it weakness to long for more? To see connection as something to explore? No, it's the soul's quiet confession, A tender truth, not a sign of obsession. So call me tender, call me kind, A soul that seeks what's hard to find. I'm not weak, I'm not afraid I'm just human, beautifully made.