Beautifully created, yet malignantly carved out.
You fill me with benevolent dreams, however cloud it with doubt.
I stare into your eyes, there lies a bold expression of love, it leaves me pondering how all this hatred came about.
You look back at me as I introspect, look down deep to rearrange the figures.
And now I speak in a fluent tongue, the language of mirrors .
The change of the world starts with the change of a man, as I deeply converse with you I begin to understand.
If you never find the passions of your soul,
How could my purpose ever be found.
Now you allow your lovely thoughts to smoothly flow.
I submerge my entire being within and I happily drown.
And now you find love where hate was usually triggered.
I've gained great wisdom from the language that mirrors.