Beheld

The benevolence of your gaze

Falls upon my soul as a balm

Within your eyes

Which are pools of softness

Absorbing me deep inside

I swim

And find depths of myself

That ached so much to be known

Where as others do not see me

Or look to one side

 At times it seems your gaze exists solely

For the purpose of knowing me

Is there anything on earth as healing

As being truly beheld by another

And finding in their gaze

A place to call home

And discover one’s truest self

So fully and completely seen?