In your house that lies slightly to the left
Encircled by a bone-white fence and held together by a blood-red gate
With chambers that can hold hundreds
Make room for this occupant, the first to knock on your door
For ignoring and allowing others inside
To fill spaces that were not properly prepared
Will never bring light to your home
Make room for you
First. To treat yourself as an interloper, who must be escorted out
Quickly rots the foundations found under your abode
And a damaged house easily invites strange guests
Trespassers who will not salvage no matter what you provide
You love you
First. Fill every crevice with it, repair your home
See its worth before you allow others in
It makes it easier to give the correct rooms
And to see some to the door
For the greatest love in this world
Is the love you have for yourself