Writers 
THE WOMAN I MUST BE SEEN WITH
I found you standing quietly,
waiting for someone to notice
the light you carried inside.
So I came closer.
I told you,
“My love, let me introduce you
to the world.
Let me make your name
easy to find.”
I built you a home,
with open doors,
clear windows,
and a welcoming heart.
I wanted everyone who entered
to know exactly who you were,
what you carried,
and why you mattered.
Then I took you
where people gathered.
Not to change you,
but to let your voice travel.
A picture here,
a story there,
a gentle reminder
that you existed.
I kept your name
where wandering eyes could find it.
I made sure no one
had to search too hard
to reach you.
And when someone loved you,
I listened.
When they spoke of you,
I treasured their words.
When they returned,
I welcomed them again.
Because loving you
was never about showing you off.
It was about making sure
you were never invisible.
You are my woman,
my little dream,
and I want the world
to know your name.
Not because everyone must love you,
but because you deserve
to be seen.
