Seven: Pride

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How do I love me, let me count the ways
I love me every morn and every night
Each day I wake, I’m held within my sight
And dance my dance arising from my grace
I love my heart and more so if it strays
To lesser souls, to make their shadows bright
In this I freely put the world to right
And bask in open, well deserv-ed praise
Self love is passion put to highest use
I mend old griefs and raise my soul so high
I am the winner now with nought to lose
And my brilliance yet will make the angels cry
I’ll live my life now only as I choose
And love me better even when I die

(with apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

(c) Helen Valentina 2015

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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4 Responses to Seven: Pride

  1. No apologies necessary. Supurb.

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