I found my own love in quiet ways,
In tender moments, in softer days.
Not in the eyes of someone near,
In every tear, in every fall,
I learned to love myself through all.
I am my own, and that is enough,
A gentle love, both fierce and tough.
No longer seeking in others' eyes,
The worth that in my heart lies.
For in this love, Iβve come to seeβ
The beauty thatβs inside of me.
I hold it close, I let it grow,
My own love, a quiet glow.
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Abbas
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