Mirror

I wiped off the tears of piercing eyes
And caressed the cheek so drenched
With tears fallen from great tempests,
I know this may be the last time I do.

Bound from being a long term company,
I am fettered to be forever of no benefit.
It is my greatest displeasure to my soul
That I may not give a hand to that man

Is it a burden or is it an incredible honor
To be the comfort only one may desire?
The rest for scars of one only I can give
When I stand before my own mirror...