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Click hereA MIRROR CANNOT LOVE
I am exact; precise.
Faithful-and proud.
I bare you,
just as you are.
My judgement-cold,
too true;
unaffected-
by my love,
Or your fear.
I sit back
staring at you.
Your features,
in the dim light
enhanced.
I sit back
and stare.
I show you
what I see.
with all the love
my faith holds.
You cry.
Has my love,
clear as me,
failed?
I love you
selfishly, so.
I love you
and I show it
the only way I know.
But a mirror cannot love,
or so you say.
I can't.
For you don't.
No-you don't.
You don't love yourself.
Your eyes,
most beautiful,
you fail to see.
They tell me-
oh they do;
shouting silently
A prayer,
and a curse.
A mirror cannot love-
For each day,
each moment,
as the clock ticks life away
and the sun goes down;
A monster awakens
deep inside him.
From the depths of hell,
crawling steadily
towards his love.
Towards you.
A monster of wrinkles,
of old age
of tears and curses.
Of death.
A mirror cannot love.
For he's truthful.
It was a good start I'll give you that but unfortunally it was runined by just one line.
"You cry. Has my love, clear has me, failed?" HUH????????
Lovely writing, liked this a lot
Though I can't help thinking of those lying mirrors you get at a fairgrounds lol
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I liked this. It made me think. I think the poem would have been better without the last two stanzas. In that manner, at least in my reading, the mirror could have stood alone as an image or as a metaphor for our self-talk, the latter more appealing to me, particularly because of the way you had it speak, which I thought was very effective.
Thanks for posting it.