
If I could fill a home,
Tip to bottom,
With mirrors to show you an infinite
Expression of beauty,
I would, and
You would never grow lonely.
A house is not a home without a love
So, I would show you the reflection of sun
Rays upon your glowing cheeks.
Arch angels are jealous of your purity;
Blessing the cotton of your unlined socks.
Tummies are envious of the nourishment
You provide every opportunity that you seize.
It is not about finding beauty in the mirror;
But rather seeing yourself through my eyes.
For when I look into yours,
I view the deepest reflection of myself.
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