The Journey of Love, Starting With Me

I learned to love myself, alone, In quiet nights, in whispered tones. Before I searched for love outside, I healed the wounds I couldn't hide. I felt the sting of words once spoken, A heart once whole now torn and broken. But in that pain, I found my way, A stronger soul, a brighter day. For love is not just sweet and kind, It’s also strength that we must find. Even when the world turns cold, I hold myself, my heart, my soul. If someone leaves, if trust is lost, I’ll never count the heavy cost. For though it hurts, I still remain, A heart that beats through all the pain I am not weak, I will not fall, Even in heartache, I stand tall. For love begins, not from the start, But deep within a mended heart. So if you break me, take my trust, I’ll rise again, because I must. For love, though tender, sweet, and true, Begins with me, and it’s my view. By Anna A Tauvaa