Self-Love's Canvas in the Meadow

In a meadow, bathed in dawn's sweet embrace,

Where worries vanish, leaving no trace,

I discovered a love, so pure, so rare,

A love that whispered secrets to the air.

Underneath the boundless sky of blue,

Where the gentle breeze whispers through,

I stumbled upon a love so grand,

In the eternal beauty of this land.

In the realm of the gentle stream's embrace,

Where melodies dance with ethereal grace,

The water's tender touch, a soothing song,

As it glides and whispers, flowing along.

In the depths of my heart, I sought a love divine,

A reflection of passion, a love so fine.

I yearned for a connection, a flame that would ignite,

A love that would shimmer, like stars in the night.

I searched through the shadows, through the darkest of days,

Seeking a love that would set my heart on flames,

Caught in the mirror of self, I was ensnared.

Reflecting, pondering, lost in a stare.

In the meadow where hues gracefully flow,

A love story unfolded, vibrant and aglow,

Nature's symphony played, my heart danced in delight,

As colors painted a canvas, a breathtaking sight.

Within myself, a world untold,

A wealth of secrets, waiting to unfold.

In the depths of my being, a precious find,

A treasure trove, of the rarest kind.

As thou dost wander through nature's sweet grace,

Let thy self-love blossom, find its rightful space,

For in the splendor of this earthly domain,

Thou shalt witness love within, boundless and untamed.