Mirror, mirror on the wall
Must save face, lest we fall
The intangible and the abstract;
Premonitions play their roles
The aimless mind strains to stay on-track,
Yet, illusions still taint the soul
Hark! A beautiful lure appears!
As the sun's own lustrious flame;
Is this a product of a mind,
Weakened by starvation?
Or by these same bleary eyes,
A reflection from whence they came?
Dispite eyes, sore from blinking,
And patches of red, pinched skin;
There, yet, he stands,
"Love's abberation"
Surely, my delusional state
Hath not yet the power to create...
Alas! Proven true, this cameo appearance
Away to my corner, the stifled whinces
For a heart, if dreaming, feels no pain
And I must retain my senses!
But, Oh! To hear his voice once again!
To be held in his gaze...touched by his hand...
A devine interruption...
As words composed to ease my fears,
Find their direction to intended ears;
Duress soon meets its fateful folly
He speaks.........to me
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Loved the words, my friend. Write on...
eally good ... 
