Gaze into the mirror

at the face behind the mask

and wonder if it's really you,

or don’t you dare to ask?

Who can know what lies beyond

the mirrors fragile face,

reflections of another life;

another time or place?

Touch the chill upon the glass

and see a tiny ripple,

was it real or in your mind,

did it really feel so supple?

Gaze into empty eyes

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What sad weary eyes we have

that see, in all the world,

such poverty and pointless pain.

Would not the sunlight bathe upon it

if we simply look again?

For the eye of the beholder

may choose the depth of tint

we see, through a rose coloured lens.

A hint of fanciful forms,

as they filter the rays they sense.

From beneath the haze

of the shimmering sun,

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My glasses are part of me

They are simple and not flashy

I shall wear them with pride

They are fashionable and worldwide

Many colours and styles to choose

It is always nice to hear honest views

I don’t need them on when I am in bed

They come off as not glued to my head

I always feel lost without my glasses

Missing all those admiring glances

I like being able...

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When my hands begin to tremble

You’ll place your hand in mine

When my eyes become hollow

That you’ll gaze into them

When I’m at a loss for words

You’ll kiss me so the silence

Can speak for the both of us.

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Silent truth

And a thousand eyes smile for those who know what love is.

Such a smile could never be traced over lips.

For lips they show emotion as gates to guarded words.

As barriers to the unspoken breath.

But the eyes, the eyes, the eyes, the eyes.

Are not indulged such a protection.

Shining silently like stars.

A light adorns their gentleness.

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