I am enough. I am intelligent enough, I am pretty enough, I am interesting enough, I am fully capable of doing whatever I set my mind to, I am witty and clever enough, I am mature enough, and I am so much more. I am a woman. I am strong. I am loving. I am kind. I am sweet. I am a woman. I’m old enough to know better and old enough to realize that I am the most important person in my life. I am the most beautiful person in my life because I am me and I am changeable, but I am perfect the way I am, not tomorrow or yesterday, but today. Right now, in this moment.

I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
I have no other star. You are my replica
of the multiplying universe.

Your wide eyes are the only light I know
from extinguished constellations;
your skin throbs like the streak
of a meteor through rain.

Your hips were that much of the moon for me;
your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;
your heart, fiery with its long red rays,

was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing
you—compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.

— Pablo Neruda