to the looking glass

To the looking glass

My love was plain for the reflection
Mirrored in every gesture,
The symmetrical word,
The congruent thought.

And when you loved that which
I loved myself;
The love of myself,
I was found twice reflected.

And when my hands were placed to meet yours,
I found I could not pass
That cool, still veneer of
A vertical reflection pool solidified,

And then sun broke over my perplexity;
Only when mirrors are shattered,
Can the love be real.