At times I show you brighter,
I see you brimming out a smile,
Being rewarded as an acheiver,
For working at your bestest while.
At times I show the deeper side,
I see you cry in rain,
Beyond what you can glide,
But beware you choose the pain!
At times I show you low,
So perfect of your about,
Enraged you break me out,
Magnifying everything out of a random row.
At times I show the superficial,
You blink blank on the scene,
Your naive expression being less keen,
May put you out of the beneficial!
At times I see your dream,
Scary or cheery I stay zipped,
Hearing me will let you bewitched,
So I deafen you for my words on my realm.
At times I become so awful,
You shatter me for being so truthful,
When you raise up I celebrate that,
Daunting happiness is not seen as apt!
Selfless service of me,
At times get you the caution,
About the later happening,
To stop you cry on exhaustion.
You give me your wee hour,
Yet I can read your every expression,
I glint your inner side - sweet or sour,
And these actions never let me into drowning.
Inside out, I get you perfection,
Seasons may change, not my objective,
Whether you credit it being receptive,
Or slice me entirely, on the very illusion.
Always I show you the original,
Festooning or impersonating aren't my moral,
It's always your option,
That I just make you see.
It's just an outer reflection,
That I choose to show.
And the matters of interpretation,
Are your choice to know!
It still leave me amazed,
When you peep for the dazzling gaze,
Your return to me is the reason I erase,
All agony you opted to haze.
Acknowledging me is odd and not likely,
Being a god's gift standing in front,
Of slow-witted ring waning eventually,
You are never wise to read my font.
Eventhough you read may not understand,
If that occurs you will not withstand,
The reality that's so afar,
That can't be compacted in your jar,
With each rise of the sun all day,
My steadfast loyalty shots a ray.
♋🔅❤️🔅❤️🔅♋
Have you ever wondered what a mirror can teach you?
Being so truthful and firmly honest he always celebrates us.
To him all are beautiful. He can see whatever we choose to show him. He's never particular or partial. He never changed him for others perspectives.
He always says 'the way you are to me is the way I'm to you'.
He always reflects what we give him.
Even when hurt, he magnifies his power in all little things.
May be this piece of mine could highlight on some teaching that it preach. Vote, share and comment about your views.
With love,
Yaris🔆