I could never love myself
Fully, or accept myself
Fully, how could I
Saw as I did
Many an imperfection
In my body-mind-soul
That is why
We seek so-called soulmates
Who will love us
In spite of ourselves
And, that is sweet and nice
As long as it lasts
Sooner or later
They, too,
Start to see
The imperfections
In our body-mind-soul
As we do in theirs
And so we drift apart
Only to be tempted
Into thinking
There is a more perfect
Soulmate who awaits us
This is a search
We are ever on
Which only ends
When we love ourselves
As we are
In body-mind-soul
With all its imperfections
Knowing that
Others, too,
Are in the same
Sorry condition
And in thus
Accepting our
And the other's
Imperfections
We begin to know
For the first time
In our lives
That what we truly are
Is something more
Than just body-mind-soul
And in so knowing
We discover True Love.
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Published by D. Samarender Reddy
Writer & Poet, living in Hyderabad, India. Holds degrees in Medicine (MBBS) and Economics (MA, The Johns Hopkins University). Certified programmer. An avid reader. Worked in various capacities as a medical writer, copywriter, copyeditor, software programmer, newspaper columnist, and content writer. Philosophical in outlook. Bachelor. Vegetarian.
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