Somedays I wish I were your mirror For days you doubt yourself and your lips start to quiver The days you second guess your outfit To me, just to see you would be more than enough profit From your encapsulating gaze and river-like hair Would keep me staring at you for hours Wondering are you faring well Every remark causing me to dispel
To every outfit too tight, bright, just right To every single compliment, gorgeous, Insatiable, a delight I'd rarely be blind Justice, you'd look good in everything Wishing moments like these were everlasting On your off days, to your worst Whenever you feel cursed The reflection may be blurred, but never lies Your tears only bring out the beauty of those portals to your soul, gateways to the brain Not being able to touch you would be insane
If I were ever punished to become any object I'd choose to be your mirror and never object
A poem I wrote to an old companion during our infatuation. Looking back I do not regret ever writing it, I found it to be sincere at the time.