Beauty

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Who is fairest of them all?

Not me, that much is true

I'm not as beautiful as you.

Your hair so dark,

Your skin so clear,

Your hands so fine,

Your smile so near.

I wonder how someone

Honest and good

Could stand to hold...

Me.

I hear your breath,

The way it catches with every touch.

I feel your heartbeat,

The way it pounds deep and quick.

I see your fingers trembling,

The way they creep towards my own.

In your eyes

I see myself.

Not how I am,

But as I am to you.

And in that moment

Who needs a mirror?

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