Aiff I revealed meself
wood ya accept me? Could ya over
luke me stubbornness 'n for
give me ennui? Could ya tole
rate me sloppiness 'n in
door me mood swings? Would ya
except me as imperfect 'n
in munney weighs incomplete?

Who you are is evolving -
and love is a process of discovery.

For the sake of others, love yourself
then see yourself in others.

Love is not a state of perfection
but a way of accepting imperfections
with equnimity.

The universe becomes rich when
we open our hearts -
why cling to inferiority?