Oh love… be my mirror now ;.
for the world is left with none
No polished metal can make thee bow ;
for you have always won………
Even when my mirror did
tell me I look nice…
my eyes gazed at you instead
in case , my mirror lied….
Your eyes would speak to me..;
a thousand little things…
That pleased my vanity ;
like flowers, in the spring…
‘Mirror mirror on the wall…;
who is the fairest of them all ”
This was the Witch’s favourite question…
But so it is , for all the women !
So what if my looking glass died ;
a silent death , the previous night.
I still have you ,my dear;
to see me smile or drop a tear…..
All the reflectors of the world destroyed
But in my life , you fill the void……
All that my mirror could do…
can be done even better , by you
So while I see , most others cry
To overcome their loss , hard, they try..
I am by now ,accustomed……
For, my mirror is you my husband !!