What is it like to feel loved?

What is it like to feel loved?
Does it feel like a place called home?
Unhinged, real, warm, fuzzy —
A place that protects you,
A place you can come back to.

What is it like to feel loved?
I wonder if I’ll ever get to know.
’Cause all people seem to do is find flaws in you.
I’m losing my spark beyond repair,
Walking through an empty field,
All damp and cold.
Wishing someone would come and behold,
With the warmth of love —
And only then will I know how it feels to be loved.

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