True Love

I finally found my true love,
Though not what I expected.
This love, not flawless, stood by
through every wintertide.
Waited while I had
chased fancies
of a moon goddess,
or a burbling naiad.
That waited
while I pursued the facade
of painted faces.
Soft curves,
Waists wasted.

I finally found my true love
When I pierced
those oft overlooked eyes
Bereft of make-up and oft despised.
And said, I am yours.
And you are mine.
Wait no more.
Draw nearer.
And the same words
echoed back
from the mirror.

No love is truly selfless
For the self is what we give.
The love we give ourselves
Becomes the love we live.