Love is what you give to yourself
It's not what you received from others
It can't be bought
It is within you
You can't spread love if you don't know how to love
It's easy to understand What is love
It's seeing it from others
But if don't know how to love; You're incapable of giving it
Yes! There are millions forms of love
One of them is True Love
It needs truth to be true love
It's the love of yourself before others do unto you
True love means love of yourself
Accept what and who you are in the world
Accept your flaws and edges
Because that will fuel to dictate who you'll be in the world
We easily find our weaknesses
We point it out everyday until we are tired of doing it
Until when we do that?
Until we take our last breathe?
You can't love yourself perfectly due to There's no perfect
But you can give true love
True love to yourself
When true love exist then a big difference of yourself from yesterday and today
True love of yourself
Acceptance of the truth towards your flaws
Then you'll learn how to love
To love yourself and to give love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem