In the quiet moments of the dawn’s first light,
I find a whisper of my true delight.
No shadows cast, no fears to fight,
Just the gentle embrace of self-love’s might.
Through the valleys of doubt and peaks of hope,
I’ve learned to navigate, to truly cope.
With every tear and every heartfelt slope,
Self-love becomes my strongest rope.
In the mirrorâs gaze, I see my soul,
A vision of completeness, perfectly whole.
Embracing flaws, letting go of control,
Self-love etches its name on my scroll.
The journey’s long, the path may bend,
But self-love’s light will never end.
With every step, each message I send,
I cherish myself, my truest friend.