A proper lover

I became a proper lover to myself and did with myself all that lovers do, I stayed up all night long and at the moment of the sunrise, I went outside, with my heart healed, humbled and wide awake, and with those lovers' eyes that have place only for beauty, I looked at everything and poured love to everything I touched, everything I looked and everything I met.
And then I finished my morning with a soup, seated on a low stool on the street, opening my sinuses with the hot peppers. I walked back home and I'm now seated on my bed and writing this, curtains closed but the soft light gets in from a small opening and feeling full of grace: grateful.
To be love, to be alive, to be awake.
But now I must sleep with a smile on my face. What is this life and why am I so high on love, higher than anything else I've ever encountered can get me....