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Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror, made of glass...
What is this sparkle my eyes have?
Is it an ember of love that I see?
It's burning so brightly deep in me

Mirror, Mirror, made of glass...
My cheeks are ruby, shall this pass?
This warmth I feel is so serene
I feel so beautiful as can be

Mirror, Mirror, made of glass...
What is this smile I see at a glance?
Is it happiness that I feel for him?
Or is it just a mere giggle, a silly whim?

Mirror, Mirror, made of glass....
The look of love my reflection has
If he could look now, would he see...
The love that lives inside of me

~THE FLOWING PEN~



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