they call me hot, like summer’s flare,
a fleeting warmth, a spark, a glare.
their words ignite, but never last,
a fire fed by winds too fast.

but I crave more than searing heat,
a love profound, a depth complete.
not flames that burn, consume, and fade,
but waves that hold what hearts have made.

the sea does not need fire’s roar,
it whispers truths along the shore.
its beauty lies in quiet grace,
in endless depths, a soft embrace.

call me beautiful, like the tide,
an eternal pull you cannot hide.
see the ocean within my eyes,
not just the sun that burns the skies.

love me wholly, steady, and true,
like the sea, with its endless hue.
for flames will dim and embers die,
but the ocean’s love will never dry.

they call me hot, like firelight,
a flicker, a flash, a fleeting night.
hands reach for warmth, then pull away,
never staying long, never meant to stay.

but i am the sea, not flames, not ash,
my soul is tides, not sparks that crash.
there’s a depth in me they never see,
a storm, a calm, a vast infinity.

i ache to be called beautiful, soft,
like waves that rise, then fall aloft.
not a blaze to touch and fear,
but the endless blue that holds you near.

i long for love that doesn’t burn,
a gentle pull, a steady return.
to be known, to be seen, to truly exist,
not a heat that fades, but an ocean kissed.

yet they call me hot, and leave me cold,
a story untold, a heart grown old.
still, i wait for someone to dive,
to drown in my depths and keep me alive.

they call me hot, like the sun at noon,
a fleeting warmth, a distant tune.
hands reach for what they cannot hold,
a spark, a glow, but never the cold.

i am tired of heat that leaves me burned,
of fleeting glances, of love unearned.
i am not fire, not kindling to feed,
i am the sea, untamed and freed.

but they don’t see the waves in me,
the ebb, the flow, the vast mystery.
they skim the surface, afraid to dive,
to sink, to drown, to feel alive.

they call me hot, and their voices sting,
like hollow bells that never ring.
their words are shallow, their love a flame,
it flickers, it fades, it’s always the same.

but i crave to be called beautiful, deep,
like the ocean’s secrets it dares to keep.
to be known as more than a flash of light,
to be held in the stillness of the night.

i am the sea, wild and untamed,
a force that can never be named.
my love is not fire, it does not consume,
it lingers softly, it fills the room.

i long for someone to touch the tide,
to feel the storms i hold inside.
to call me more than a fleeting flame,
to see the ocean beneath my name.

but they call me hot, and they always leave,
their shallow hearts with nothing to grieve.
still i wait, my waves unfurled,
for someone to brave my boundless world.

so call me beautiful, if you dare,
like the sea’s endless, quiet prayer.
let your love be steady, true, and kind,
and i’ll show you the depths they’ll never find