You never tried to correct me,
You never tried to refine me,
You loved me as I am.
In my chaos, you found calm,
In my silence, you heard meaning,
In my broken pieces,
You saw something worth keeping
When I doubted my own light,
You held it gently in your hands,
Teaching me, without words,
That I was always enough.
And somewhere between your kindness
And my fragile heart,
I learned what love truly means —
To be seen, and still be chosen.
-Shivanya
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