From the moment I first met you (plus a month or so),

I knew I would always love you more

Than you could ever love me.

It is not a matter of jealousy:

How much you love that friend over me.

Or a matter of low self esteem:

Do you really love me as much as you say you do?

Rather, it is just a known fact of mine.

I have had

Since the moment I met you (plus a month or so).

The feeling of comfort I get from just one touch,

Accidental or with intention,

Combined with that sweet sensation

Of one small thought containing you,

Is just one of the many examples

Of my love for you.

Perhaps low self esteem does play a role,

For I always find myself wanting more.

Although, I feel you find it quite a joke

When I ask to hold you for one moment longer.

Yes, I will always love you more

Than you could even love me back.

You are a core piece of my heart,

Something I can never get my mind off of,

And yet, I do not find it at all that burdensome.

In fact, I surely adore it

Since I find that I love you more than most.

But I wonder why you won’t

Feel the same about yourself. 

Perhaps this is really why

You will never love me as much as I do you.

For if one cannot love herself,

How then, could she possibly love the whole world

As you say you do?

In order to please others,

You give up your time.

Yet what will one gain

If she gives up her whole soul

To satisfy the entirety of others?

It is all wasted effort

If she does not love herself first.

Self-love is the root of finding happiness.

The Lord said to do everything with love,

Yet pure love cannot exist without self-love first.

Should one try to do things with love not from self affection,

Nothing good can come out of it,

And everyone you try to please knows

That nothing can come out of nothing.

Therefore, my dear friend, 

I wish you would love yourself

So that I can love you the same amount

As you love me.

This way, my heart will be at ease, 

Knowing you are one step closer to happiness

Than I will ever be.