If Only You Knew

Oh, for the right person, I would unlearn every way I have ever learned to love, just to learn the language of your heart. There is so much love beneath these ribs, waiting to be seen, waiting to pour out so deeply that my heart itself feels too small to hold it. And sometimes I wonder if only you could unlock that part of me, I would love you in ways no great lover ever has. Oh, I only wish that one day you finally learn to speak my language. To observe me. To understand me. To love me the way I ache to be loved, not only in the ways that come naturally to you. Break the walls you have built around yourself. Let your soul meet mine fully, without fear, without hesitation, without me having to beg for closeness. What is stopping you? What pain shaped you this way? What waters touched your roots and taught you to hold yourself back from being fully seen, fully felt, fully connected?