Mirror my soul

I look into your eyes, it is late
But I still see the freshness of the morning
The warmth of summer, the purity of winter
The seasons pass and you endure, always changing
And nothing so different, only deeper
From the first time our eyes met.

I look at your lips, older with your love
Still young with your beauty
The source of laughter and also silence
The balance of what you say, and what is unsaid
The message is much the same, only more comforting
From the first time we kissed.

I look into your heart
And I see happiness
The centre of your pleasure, the protector
My strongest connection never wavers,
Looking back at me like a mirror
From the first time we became one.

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