Worthy of Love?

My loneliness is not the sum of all of my indelible failures with love.

Yet there continues to be a painful need to silence the reverberations of lost loves echoing in my head.

My meekness does not make me less of a man.

Yet there is a distinct demureness overshadowing me like an impenetrable shield.

My humility is not defined by my obedient submissiveness from past relationships.

Yet my shyness seems to unveil a distinct inferiority complex.

My perseverance is built on the not so bold idea that "I am enough".

Yet the unflinching fortitude and necessary self-esteem boldly needed seems to continually elude me on my forever quest to capture undying love.

My memoirs of lost loves have sadly been told with a broken heart that is yearning to heal from the pages of my painful past.

Yet the rest of my love story has yet to be revealed as I continue to work on loving the person who stares back at me in the mirror with every new day.