In the glass's aspect, I find my grace,
A reflection of love, a tender grasp.
Within my soul, a radiant light,
Self- love blooms, disbanding the night.
No need for masks, no need to pretend,
In self- love's arms, I find my true friend.
Acceptance and warmth, like a gentle dove,
tales of worthiness, echoes of love.
Through ups and downs, in trials we face,
self- love remains, a steady grasp.
It weaves through my being, a shade forfeiture,
A chorus of self- love, a heart that is mine.
With every twinkle, a meter so true,
self- love's the compass, guiding me through.
In its tender care, I learn to believe,
In the beauty of self, I learn to admit.
In excrescencies and defects, I find my worth,
For self- love's the foundation, the ground of revitalization.
A sanctuary within, a harbor so vast,
Where self- love resides, an anchor to last.
So let it flow, let it bloom and grow,
self- love's the swash, a steady, strong inflow.
In its gentle swells, I learn to forgive,
To cherish my substance, to truly live.