In the depths of my soul, a storm does brew,
A tumultuous clash of emotions, it's true.
For I hate myself, in the light of your gaze,
Though my heart, it yearns for you, in all your ways.
Oh, how treacherous it feels, this love of mine,
To be tangled within webs of twisted twine.
I despise myself for the weakness within,
For loving you to the point it's almost a sin.
Yet, I find solace in the love I hold dear,
For through your eyes, self-love does appear.
In your tender eyes, a gentleness unfurled,
And I cherish myself because you are my world.
To love you deeply, yet loathe myself so,
A peculiar dance between high and low.
But I've come to learn, in this fragile quest,
That love is a paradox that puts me to the test.
For how can I hate myself, when your love's embrace,
Wipes away the shadows, leaving no trace?
In your presence, my flaws transform to grace,
A reflection of love, illuminating my face.
So, I'll embrace this contradiction, this dual plight,
For love, it guides me even in the darkest night.
And though I may wrestle with self-disdain,
I find strength knowing my love is not in vain.
For in the dichotomy of hating myself for falling so hard,
And loving myself for falling for you, I grow.
I discover that love is a journey, so deep,
A dance of contradictions, meant to keep.
So, I'll continue to love you, with all that I am,
Basking in the paradox, knowing I can.
For in loving you, I've come to understand,
That self-love blooms on love's sacred land.
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