I Love Me Before I Love You

I stand before the mirror, not to seek but to see,
not to question but to claim the divinity in me
the echoes of my past no longer chain my soul,
for I have become the keeper, the healer, the whole

I anoint my body in the oils of reverence,
tracing each curve with whispers of benevolence
no touch, no gaze, no whispered vow
will define me—I am the altar now

I drink from the well of my own deep knowing,
a love unbroken, eternal, overflowing
not fragile, nor borrowed, nor seeking permission—
but fierce in its fullness, its holy ignition

I honor my laughter, its cadence divine,
I honor my tears; they are sacred, and they shine
my body, my temple, my spirit, my crown—
I rise in my worth; I shall not bow down

For love is not longing, nor desperate plea,
It is the mirror reflecting divinity
and when I love me in the richest of ways,
I summon abundance; I set life ablaze

So before your hands, before your touch,
before your words say I am enough—
know this truth, radiant and true:
I love me before I love you–

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