On our recent adventure we took pictures of each other.
Home, we shared them telling what we love about one another.
Each of us focused on our features we liked least during the view
The things we can mention we love about ourselves are few
The quirky details we love about the other are untold,
We believe the other an amazing site to behold.
But looking in the mirror we see a face wrinkled and old
If only we could look through the loving eyes of the other
And see what the other can see with kindness and love anew.
When we love ourselves as we love the other, love becomes bold.
(A CinqTroisDecaLa Poem)