Love is a mirror ,
When I look into it, I see
Hazy images of the world
And blurred image of me,
I tried to clean it many times,
Hoping everytime to obtain,
A perfect image of you and me,
But get one just too virtual to sustain,
No! now no more fault finding,
In the poor mirror ,no more criticism,
Perhaps, my love so transparent,
That transmission surpasses reflection.
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Wow! Amazing piece. Love each and every line.💕
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Thank you so much💕💕
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My pleasure.💕
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Very lovely ❤
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Thank you💕
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“Perhaps, my love so transparent That transmission surpasses reflection”- Wow, isn’t that a phenomenal line! Such a gorgeous poem; Mam!
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Thank you so much for liking and posting such a beautiful comment💕
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Simply beautiful 💖
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Thank you so much 💐💐
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Mirror doesn’t tell lies of who we are. Last line is superb. Well penned 👌💐💖
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Thank you so much 💐💐💐
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The haziness in the mirror of love… is the future…
the blurred image of you, of (me) is the path we trod… the paths we tred…
trying to clean loves mirror is but hoping to erase our mistakes in the past… yet the virtual memory remains sustained in our minds…
Yes!!
faults, and criticisms should not be left at the door step of the poor mirror of love…
“Perhaps, (as you say), love is so transparent, that transmission surpasses reflection.”
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Beautifully penned , thank you for such a wonderful response poem👌
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Thank… you… it was but the child, of your child…
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Haha Ralph that amuses me♥️
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