a self-love's affair

a poem about falling in love with yourself

Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash

In my Garden, blooms a rare,
Each Petal, a whisper of Self-love's affair—
A fragrance, sweet, entwines the air,
The blush of Dawn, in meadows where.

Each Blossom, bold, in secret thrives,
As I, alone, delight in lives
Of passions stirred, not chastely bound,
Where strength in solitude is found.

My heart—a quiet, earnest drum,
That in the deepest night does hum.
A soft caress of shadow's charm,
In solitude, I find a balm.

Oh self-embrace, oh tender sweep,
Where whispers of my essence leap.
In loving self, my soul's caress,
Unseen, but felt in tenderness.

No eyes to judge, no lips to tell,
In my own heart, I softly dwell;
A romance born of inner grace,
In every line, my self I trace.

Here lies the joy of silent mirth,
A gentle love of one’s own worth—
A secret dance, a quiet smile,
In self’s embrace, I rest awhile.