Dear Love,
What do you see in yourself?
What stares back from the mirror on the shelf?
Why doesn't the mirror work?
If it did you would see the angel that inside lurks.
Because, my love, you are the world.
The smile on my face that unfurls.
The one who makes me uncurl
From the fear
Deep inside
The thoughts unclear
But deep inside
The path veers
Deep inside
Past the pain I peer
My dear
You're the one I love
Behold your own light
Because without it
I'd be trapped in the fright
Of my own mind.
I love you
Not because you chased away the shadows,
But because the one beside me is you.
And you are my rose.
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Short StoryJust some short stories that may or may not be bad, as well as things that pop up in my head.
