Do you actually love me?

Is this really love, or just a soft affection?
Am I truly your home, or just a mere protection?
Do you see me as warmth, a place to rest your soul,
Or just a passing refuge to make you feel whole?

When you hold me close, is it comfort you seek,
Or am I just a shelter for nights that feel weak?
Will you stay when the storms fade and skies clear,
Or drift away slowly when there's no more fear?

I long to be more than a safe, fleeting embrace,
To be the anchor, your steady, rooted place.
But I can't be your stop till you find what you need;
I want to be home, not a place to leave and proceed.

I yearn to be where your heart finds its rest