Oh you have found me! A soul seeking trust! But brace for damnation, this is a must. You look upon me as a person of value, But if I do not see it, neither shall you.

So sorry! My love cannot support thee, as boat upon sea,

like bird on a wind or stump of a tree; It cannot be because I love you, before I truly love me.

You will care for me in ways that I cannot, Alas, this is the reason that our passion will rot. If I am to dive into your soul, I must first find myself and feel totally whole.

Until then I will cower, hesitate and deny, the self that you see with those foolish eyes; If I am not convinced, not absolute and sure, then the lens that I hold will be impure.

We love one another for reasons we cannot agree, you value the outer and physical me. Through touching and lusting you seem to confide, unconscious to my hesitation and my attempts to hide.

You offer me sex as a sign of admiration, but the love that I hold needs inner fixation. Give me your doubts, your fears and your hopes; Let us conquer our endeavors and create new tropes.

If it not be today, tomorrow or the next, give me the space to solve what is so vexed. Can we replenish a love if it be for different reason? A balance to be found, devoid of personal treason.

So perhaps I cannot love you at this time I exist; Once felt as heavy rain, now foggy as mist. I leave you with this little truth in this life: Self love comes first, manifest with no strife.