A love poem

me

01 Dec 2025 — 1 min read

From me to me, from me to you, from me to all of us. A poem of self-love, maternal love, sisterly love, romantic love, the love of deep friendship. We're all just walking each other home.

My love for you is not a crusade.

It has no goal

To change or uplift or inspire or transform you.

I do not want to play God and bend your choices.

I know that you are whole and perfect.

I know that you are powerful.

I know that sometimes you are so, so tired.

This is the highest ambition of my love for you:

To be a faithful caring presence.

To warm and hold you tenderly

As best I can

In your complex reality.

I do not want to make you different, beloved.

I just want to make a difference to you.

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