Would you have me soothe a soul, that has been sold,
my energies merged with your own.
Forgo to forgive, with the illusion of live,
my existence not of right, but loan.

Would you wish me kneel before an alter of nothing,
So that alter may even be.
Baptised with eyes, of mutual regret,
that embrace they will no longer see.

Would you have me feel that all I feel is wrong,
that you are the path to my soul.
That you would hold a heart, and explain its wonder,
warmly smile as my own becomes coal.

Such wonders within, beyond this glass,
so enticing and vivid to see.
Yet what is the measure of true reflection?
Standing back....The reflection of me.