In a mirror almost faded by erosions
I caught a glimpse of a face
The image of a woman stares back at me
Weary, weathered and almost defeated
I feel a kinship with her
For her troubles are my troubles
And her face bear a strinking resemblance to my own
Yet, she looks nothing at all,
like the face I see reflected in your eyes
There, I see a vibrance,
that never penetrates the looking glass
a randiance, that lives deeper than the face
There, I see the heart, and the soul,
of a woman you love,
and she is stronger than even she knows


 
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