Shortage of Love

I can't remember now why I thought I ever had a shortage of love. I don't know why I felt unworthy, base, wretched, low....unapproachable, unlovable.
That is not me, or rather I am not not that.
There is love everywhere, you can breathe it- all the time, really. Like lavender and rose, like clean sheets, jasmine and the ocean. I am doing that now, its scent wrapped in my hair, in my dress.