Perfidious lover,

With ambidextrous heart,

You’ve caused my mind to birth 
A doubt



 Entrapper of my love,

I gift my disenchantment ,

For choking romantic 
Ideals


Dear insidious love,

With your infantile ways,

Such brilliant fraudulence,

Has to be commended

**Homage**
**Paid**

Inner Workings of a Reflectionist

As a committed reflectionist, you say:
'I do like to show things the way they are!'
– but you seem to forget that
by silencing other mirrors' song,
from time to time,
which & whose reality you are about to represent.