My Mirror Image
Me, standing bare, hiding a naked truth,
Your intention, stand firm, be her root. Reassure her, that the calm follows the storm,
Engage her, make her laugh, invite the norm,
Flow with her, tell her the best is yet to come,
Lay with her, protect her, keep her from harm.
Enlighten her mind, and nourish her soul,
Call it “Destiny” tell her together you’ll grow old.
Take your time with her, love and caress,
In the late night hours, speak words of tenderness,
Open your heart to her, invite her in,
Never forget that you are her reflection.
Shay
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