In a world that sometimes feels too cold, With hearts that seem to have grown old, I hold tight to my tender soul, Where feelings flow, and love takes hold.

Yes, my heart is soft, and tears may fall, For small slights or joys, I feel it all. In every moment, both big and small, I find wonder, and heed the call.

For in the depths of my heart’s vast sea, Lies a strength that’s pure, a part of me. I cry hard, I laugh with glee, And in my empathy, I am free.

To care deeply, to truly see, The heartaches, joys, and mystery, Of those around, and their stories told, In my sensitivity, I find no gold.

So let others say what they will, About my tears or moments still, For I know my heart, I know it’s right, In love’s vast expanse, I find my light.

I won't let others harden my heart, For my feelings are my art. The right ones will cherish, see me through, Loving me for my big feelings, true.

In kindness, empathy, and grace, I find my strength, my place. For being "too sensitive" is a gift, A beacon that helps my soul uplift.