Beauty
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who is fairest of them all?
Not me, that much is true
I'm not as beautiful as you.
Your hair so dark,
Your skin so clear,
Your hands so fine,
Your smile so near.
I wonder how someone
Honest and good
Could stand to hold...
Me.
I hear your breath,
The way it catches with every touch.
I feel your heartbeat,
The way it pounds deep and quick.
I see your fingers trembling,
The way they creep towards my own.
In your eyes
I see myself.
Not how I am,
But as I am to you.
And in that moment
Who needs a mirror?
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