and here I thought this was easy
when it came to be me and you--
mirror of my desire,
reflection of my own.
And this is no romance,
no man is found here,
it is simply me and you--
reflector of my choice.
I see a lily in the corner
and a rose hanging from the frame--
the line of life destroys
my twin in the mirror.
And my eyes are a conjoined forest,
spreading all my hope
like vines on this cracked glass--
hiding my image.
But you leave me very breathless,
reflector of my youth;
I see only truths awakening
in the cracks hidden within you.