My slow reflection
will be torn by desire
when she looks at me.

She whispers my name
and I hear her voice
through the mists of oblivion

It eases my pain
as I cry from afar
to the tender morning fog

When my mirrors
show her bliss
to my fleetingly image

I look at her for a while
when she looks at me too
I feel her distant touch

She shows me her love.
and then for a while
I am broken into shards

She heals what I
could not heal myself
as I try to glue my heart