Love does not hide
from the light
Love does not speak
with the sound of silence
Love does not bury
its head
in the sand
Love does not weakly walk
but to the music
of the drumbeat
sways itself
in the mystery
of the mystic dance
love is so
proud of itself
satisfied
in itself
and nothing
does it fear!
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I agree with this poem in its entirety, except for one line: True love is not proud of itself. It is humble, because it gives. Real Love requires sacrifice and selflessness, which leaves no room for pride.