Self-love.

Do I love myself?

I do. At times I'd dispute against my inherent abiding psyque and that was allowable, as it was during the remnant of the darkness that surrounded me at night with it's persistant round wrangling tussles and the odious words I allowed to consume me that I became cognizant of the lack of hunger and longing to be any other, whoever I remained and was, I beared a noble memoir to represent, and I would wear it as a birthmark.