In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
I find a voice that calls my name,
A gentle echo of who I am,
Wrapped in warmth, free from blame.
The mirror reflects a softened gaze,
Where imperfections dare to dance,
Each flaw a story, each scar a phase,
In the light of self-love’s gentle trance.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
I walk the path of tender grace,
Embracing shadows, letting them fly,
Finding peace in this sacred space.
A garden blooms within my soul,
Nourished by the love I sow,
In every breath, I feel whole,
As the seeds of self-love grow.