The glass of my mirror
Is bleak, is cold


My inadequate reflection
Little to behold


"Unworthy of her affections"
By this mirror I am told


-


She is beauty's idol
Adorning an angel's grace


She is the goddesses rival
& wears a portrait face


-


I dared not catch her gaze
Her eyes were of perfection


I could not let them hold
My trivial, blemished reflection


-


In sadness still they shined
Hanging tears like chandeliers


Her eyes appeared as crystal,
They were tiny crystal mirrors


-


And when in them I saw myself
The image had no flaw



.


.


.



And when,
in them,
I saw myself.






The image had no flaw.











I do not know
How she sees me so


But it matters not,
It matters not











I love her














For showing me














The me














I had long forgotten.

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