When you hold a mirror up to me
and point a finger with your other hand
Part of me protests that your glass is distorted
- I don't look quite that way!
Part of me acknowledges the mirror
and my own protests
and falls to considering
the merit of the image at hand.
And yet
you do not say
that I am a mirror reflection of you
the image at hand is your image too
But your finger only points one way.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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