Reflected Love
When you look into a mirror, there you see my heart;
For you are the very substance of that hidden part.
Your eager eyes, like mine, gaze out searching far and wide
For sight of their sole darling: too often they have cried.
Warmest endearments haunt your lips, just the same as mine
Which hunger, too, for our choice food; kisses nectarine.
The precious voice, which my ears strain anxiously to hear,
Your own are keen to garner in from the sounding air.
A lonely, questing spirit’s hopes beacon from your face
As mine my own sad visage too, frequently betrays.
To be united once again in love’s fond concerns
Your willing body, as my own, passionately burns.
When you look into a mirror, there you see my heart.
For you are the true reflection of that hidden part.
