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Mirror Mirror - You Make Me Jealous
She smiled before the mirror's gaze,
Arrayed in eloquence and grace,
A glass of wine in hands embraced,
In elegance, she was encased.
Her eyes, a tender, beckoning plea,
Her lips, a poet's sweet company,
Her face adorned with light's decree,
Her being, a divine symphony.
The mirror, a fortunate confidant,
Beheld her solitude, enchant,
A moment shared, a sacred chance,
A secret dance of circumstance.
Oh, to be on the mirror's side,
To step out, with her to abide,
Hold her close, privilege implied,
A wish to be near, confide
Arrayed in eloquence and grace,
A glass of wine in hands embraced,
In elegance, she was encased.
Her eyes, a tender, beckoning plea,
Her lips, a poet's sweet company,
Her face adorned with light's decree,
Her being, a divine symphony.
The mirror, a fortunate confidant,
Beheld her solitude, enchant,
A moment shared, a sacred chance,
A secret dance of circumstance.
Oh, to be on the mirror's side,
To step out, with her to abide,
Hold her close, privilege implied,
A wish to be near, confide
Published 4th Jan 2024
Author's Note
Mirror, why do you possess such fortune, being in the presence of the world's beauty—the woman, God's most exquisite creation?
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