Poem: To Be Truly Loved

Are we merely

The sum of

Our body parts?


Admired solely

For the tautness

Of our behinds

Rather than

The depths

Of our minds


Prized simply

For the fullness

Of our bosoms

Rather than

The richness

Of our hearts



For the curvature

Of our form

And the pleasure

Of our sex

But not quite

The content

Of our character


Our inner beauty

Banished into the shadows

Along with our cherished

Artistry and passions

Our true identity

Denied entry

To its rightful



Beyond the naked flesh

And the rising mounds

Our voice drowns

In the silence –

All we yearn


And not just desired.


Being Afraid Is Human, But Staying Afraid Is A Choice.

  • Rajen
    June 21, 2013

    The love you feel for your daughter…now…that is true love….just like the love your mother wud hv had for you…all other loves…relatively speaking are lesser loves….

    • shirleymaya
      June 22, 2013

      Well, I would not say that they are lesser loves…just different 🙂

  • Simon Woodward
    June 22, 2013

    Love isn’t taught much these days. With all the focus on self fulfillment, few people learn how to bless another.

    • shirleymaya
      June 22, 2013

      Actually, that is a very nice way of looking at love – blessing one another. Thanks, Simon.

      • Simon Woodward
        June 22, 2013

        It’s based on The Road Less Travelled by M Scott Peck. He points out that what people call love is often not love at all, and goes on to define love as “the intention to act to nurture another’s spiritual growth”.

        • shirleymaya
          June 24, 2013

          Thanks for sharing, Simon. Thought it looked familiar 🙂

  • Carol Balawyder
    December 4, 2014

    I love this poem. To be truly loved is a gift that is both precious and rare.

    • shirleymaya
      December 5, 2014

      Thank you kindly, Carol. Yes, to be truly loved is really rare and most precious. It also evolves as we grow into the deeper meaning of love. 🙂