Who do you love?

Simple isn’t it?

Mothers. Fathers, family all around.

We love the mere sight of a lovely sound.

The sorrow of those lost but never forgotten.

We love being at peace, with the demon inside us.

We love the feeling of being free.

We love life, food, adventure. .

But do we ever say I Love Me.

No in society we are steered to look past yourself

And think of others.

To shamelessly never be humble of modest.

To rethink the possibility of loving me.

I say that’s not true.

Who could love me, more than me?