The Looking Glass by ShyHeart

The maiden came upon a looking glass, so covered with the dust of time
She moved her hand across its face, to her surprise, saw these loving eyes
Looking back at her, she heard a voice, say, thank you lovely, maiden
I have been buried under all this dust, for many years, until your touch

You have revived my heart, now, I can see again, and feel so, much love
The years of my sweet life, left me, before my time, thank you, fair maiden
For clearing my eyes and opening up my heart, which I thought had died
I have been so a lone, dry and empty inside, can you feel it, in our eyes

Can you see the sparkle, of life, like, love renewed, looking back at you
Love wiped away all the years of pain and loneliness, as I laid here, alone
You did all that with, just the touch of your heart, no one else, even tried
Dear, maiden could it be, we are reflections, of our selves

Stored away, all the reflections I once had shared, before love died
Even heard the laughter, of a loving heart, in my time, then
The years of my sweet life, left me, before my time, thank you, fair maiden
Once again, my heart feels a beat, can you see, the love, in our eyes…,?

The maiden so, lonely, way back then, somewhere lost in time, recounts
This story to her lover, husband and friend, one in the same, and asks him,
How could that be? I found this old, dusty looking glass, wiped it clean,
then Saw those loving eyes, again, she asked him, how could this be, he just
Smiled, as tears, filled his eyes

mommie2bratsus (65.148.213.226) -- Friday, May 28 2004, 06:24 pm

M.Vann,
i find your poetry very intriguing..one can get lost and entwined in it for sure ( makes for a great escape from busy lifes and real kaotic world..)thank you.. your words voiced and shared from the heart of a man, have expressed so much meaning to the many feelings and emotions that surface in life...

Martin Vann (67.234.27.118) -- Monday, January 10 2005, 04:34 pm

Mommie2bratsus
My pen, sometimes, takes advantage of me, it by-passes, words, without meaning. Then My pen, digs so deep into my heart, and display it all over the world, for all to see, and feel, I thought, my pen, wrote only, my, private thoughts. Once, again, I'm proved in-correct, by my own pen, touching, my heart. Love is for everyone, life is hard, but, the love of God, is all you will ever know as true and soft, it's just our hearts, that think, God's love, is harsh. Amazing, what, she found, covered in dust, as she wiped away, what ever it was..., She saw the love, that was in her heart, all along. I know, this is for some, a complex poem, yet, if, like you, other readers open up their hearts, they will see, they will, in time. -MV

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