As I am mirrored, I see not myself
I see your smile that is not, but is
The sparkle that glistens as the reflected sun
I see you looking not, but glancing
Stealing your moments, wanting
You beat my heart to pounding
The feel of your passion intensifies me
Holding you warm to me, but not
Alas, you are not here
Standing before my mirror am I
All that is, are reflected moments
Mirrored in my heart, my mind
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