On Self-love

In the heart of hearts
There is nacre of peace
Much warmth and light
There is happiness
There is love

Sitting on concentric circles
Over the abyss of selfhood
There was once a self
Still whispering in your ears
Do not forget

No one shall love you
As much as I
Do not let yourself go
Love not obey

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