…The Middle Ground (III) On reflection…

You prize my eyes, but they’ll deceive you.
Through my disguise I wont believe you.

I’d trace your face, to frame in starlight.
And spite the mirror’s crooked insight.

You think you’re frail, and so demanding.
My words fail me- these withstanding.

You built me up to stand beside you.
Hush, and hear how I’d describe you.

xo

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