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At Peace


She said she loves it when I love myself

So when I called myself beautiful,

She didn't call me arrogant or full-of-myself but,

Simply smiled and replied, "yes you are."

 

She likes making me smile,

But favors when I make myself smile.

So she never laughs when I fail

And is never jealous when I thrive.

 

I never have to hide,

I am never in doubt.

She never judges,

And never tries to change me.

 

"Love is patient,

Love is kind."

So when I think of her,

I am at peace.

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