Everyday the mirror looks at you
It sees what you don’t
It sees what you do
Either way,
Every day,
The mirror looks at you
Everyday the mirror looks at you
It sees your amber eyes
Smoldering and wild
It sees your glistening teeth;
Your dashing pirate smile
It sees you at your worst
It sees you at your best
Either way,
Every day,
The mirror sees you nonetheless
Everyday the mirror looks at you
It steals your image like a thief
How selfish is the mirror
To cause me so much grief
How selfish is the mirror
That sees you everyday
That it will not share you
With my eyes, so far away
Everyday the mirror looks at you
Only inches from your face
From a thousand miles away
I dream to take its place
Everyday the mirror looks at you
It sees what I don’t
Oh what I wouldn’t do
If everyday
I could be inches away
And look at you too
Everyday I envy the mirror
That sees all you can’t disguise
For I’ve never felt so beautiful
As when I saw my own reflection
In those amber eyes

From this place
With my head on your chest
And your hand wrapped over my arm
I've only ever seen
Half of anything.
Half of the movies
Half of the cartoons
Half of the bedroom
Half of the sky
Half of the sunset
Half of everything;
With my shoulder always blocking one eye.
But I see your hand there with that eye,
And I feel your heartbeat under my cheek
I hear your breath
Smell your skin;
And the half of everything
Of anything
Is made whole
From this place
With my head on your chest.

Perhaps you never deserved me;
My forgiveness
Or adoration
Or Trust.
But I will always forgive you
Adore you, trust you;
For love is not
a graceless thing
I loved and love you still
So long as I have grace
Love you, I will.

From the shadows where I stood
The fervor of your gaze
Cast a warmth over my skin
And the skeleton I stood with
Was reminded of its soul
And the skin that clothed it
No longer froze to my bones
And I thawed beneath the heat of your body.
The pulse from your veins
Shocked my lifeless heart
And it began to beat steady
Beneath the rhyme of your own.
There, under your spell,
I lay in peace
No longer buried
Under ice and frost
For you melted it away
With your touch and gaze.
There, you uncovered the small life,
Frail and green,
Needing a sort of sun
To mature and breathe
And it felt the rays
Of your gaze
And it felt the moisture
From your touch
And long after you left
That small life
Grew