Self love

What is self love to me they ask, 

Maybe, 

It's listening to the music your soul plays when you are with YOU, 

 or hearing what your heart says when you love what you do. 

For me it's dancing in a quiet room Or feel my hair swaying in the wind, 

To be the same hand that holds the flowers and wipes the tears, to give the same fragrance to myself which I give to others, to be like a child, smiling and laughing at every small thing I see, to know that my heart does more than pump blood, to appreciate every single thing I do, to sit in solitude and watch the magical hues. 

For me it's being connected to the universe, to sit and stare at the sky and to know that each and every star is shining for me, shouting out loud that the moon loves me. 

For me it's walking on the street and watching thousands of vehicles passing by, knowing that I am not significant to them, but I am significant to those stars and the heart that beats, my soul is significant to the person standing in the mirror and the angels who never forget to light my lamp and shower me with innumerable treats.