How could I not love
My own art?
If it be of my love
If it be of my hate
It is my art all the same
So let me be the worst of all
That is how I appear to them
But I can bear anything
Including death
Including hate
Including pain
Yet live
Because of Love

Love loves you
And
I learned
To let Love love me deep
So I do yearn for more

Only Love I give
Nothing in return is bestowed
That makes me the least
As I am still and can weep
But do not gnash my teeth
Peace
Amen