In whispers soft, beneath the moon’s embrace,
Love finds its home, in the true grace.
Not in masks adorned, nor in masquerade,
But in the essence of the soul, love’s serenade.
For in the depth of being, pure and clear,
Love dances freely, without fear.
It knows no bounds, no bounds to confine,
It’s the melody of hearts, in perfect rhyme.
Love, the true you, like a radiant sun,
Shines brightest when authenticity’s won.
In every flaw, a beauty’s unveiled,
In every scar, a story’s hailed.
Embrace the flaws, the quirks, the hue,
For in loving the true you, love rings true.
Invulnerability, strength is found,
In imperfection, beauty’s crown.
So let love’s light illuminate,
The depths within, without debate.
For in loving self, we love the world,
And love’s true essence is unfurled.
Thank-you for reading,
Much Love and light,
Brenda Marie
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