Mirror, Mirror

You tell me that you love me,
I believe you think you do;
See, authentic love is scarce
And, usually happen chance.
To love me real takes courage
Devotion and surrender.
I speak not of providing,
You work really hard at that.
It's not the way you parent,
Our Children, quite fortunate.
You honor me and trust me,
You're loyal to the core.
The reason you don't love me true:
You still love yourself more.