When I look into the mirror
I see her eyes, filled
with tears of affection
that flows down her cheeks
and lights an aurora of love.
I see a mature woman
who is endless in worth,
murmuring a languid song
that cascades through her lips
and encompass the world.
I see a Soul, carefree
that lives in her ethereal body,
quiescently alone and radiant
that murmur about her life,
enchanted by hope.
I see a heart, now rhapsodic
filled with grace and blessings
and love for self, and serene,
embracing her body, knowing her soul
and finding her authentic self.
I see the epiphany of the woman
I want to be, someday,
who can heal the world with words,
finding peace in war,
resonant of joy and light.
When I look into the mirror,
I can see her, the strong lady,
whose eyes are hope, lips speak truth,
heart and soul pure and whole.
When I look into the mirror,
I see my desires, my longing,
I see the woman who can change the world....
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 10:07 AM UTC
When I look into the mirror
I see her eyes, filled
with tears of affection
that flows down her cheeks
and lights an aurora of love.
I see a mature woman
who is endless in worth,
murmuring a languid song
that cascades through her lips
and encompass the world.
I see a Soul, carefree
that lives in her ethereal body,
quiescently alone and radiant
that murmur about her life,
enchanted by hope.
I see a heart, now rhapsodic
filled with grace and blessings
and love for self, and serene,
embracing her body, knowing her soul
and finding her authentic self.
I see the epiphany of the woman
I want to be, someday,
who can heal the world with words,
finding peace in war,
resonant of joy and light.
When I look into the mirror,
I can see her, the strong lady,
whose eyes are hope, lips speak truth,
heart and soul pure and whole.
When I look into the mirror,
I see my desires, my longing,
I see the woman who can change the world....
