Tuesday, 20 January 2026

Seeing You, Seeing Me. {Poem}

 


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

Coming from within

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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