She looked in a mirror and thought,

“If I count the ways I love you”

It’d be a plethora of ways.

From holding the doors,

To walking street side,

To the random acts of kindness that made me think of you.

She loved showing the ways she loves you,

It brought so much brightness to her day.

She loved making sure sure you felt love everyday,

Not just some days, but all days.

Counting the ways I love you is so easy,

It came a little too easy.

She continued to look in that mirror.

She continued to think,

“If I count the ways I love myself”

What would that look like?

She paused,

Longer than she ever thought she would.

She couldn’t really think of anything

It’s the way she’d get her favorite drink,

Though not healthy and suppressed hunger.

It’s the way she’d snack on everything,

Though not have a real meal during the day.

It’s the way of giving slight care,

Though not enough care.

She did so many things for herself,

Just enough so she could like herself.

She never went above and beyond,

To show herself how much she loved herself.

Yes the ways to count I love you were easy,

All too easy.

However, she is Important,

She is loved.

She is worthy of all the love she shines onto others

To shine on herself.

She matters, too.

Self love is equally as important.