In the quiet dawn, where whispers breathe,
A journey stirs beneath the eaves,
Through valleys deep and mountains tall,
The soul begins its earnest call.
In shadows long and light so fair,
We seek a love that's always there,
Within our hearts, a sacred flame,
A love that bears no worldly name.
Amid the chaos, strife, and storm,
A quiet truth, a tender form,
Emerges from the depths within,
Where self-love's journey must begin.
Not in the praise of others' eyes,
Nor in the world's approving cries,
But in the gentle, whispered grace,
Of loving one’s own tender face.
For every scar and every bruise,
For moments lost and battles used,
Are chapters in a life divine,
Each flaw, a jewel, each fault, a sign.
The mirror's gaze is soft and kind,
Reflecting strength of heart and mind,
For self-love's path is wide and clear,
A sacred pilgrimage held dear.
Through every tear and every smile,
The soul walks on, mile by mile,
Embracing all it’s meant to be,
Unfolding its own mystery.
So, cherish every step you take,
For every dawn and each heartache,
Is part of the majestic whole,
The sacred journey of the soul.
In self-love’s tender, warm embrace,
We find our truest, purest grace,
A love that blooms, serene and free,
The heart's own grand eternity.