Mirrors reflect what you show them, it's true,
and my bathroom mirror, it only sees you.
Your wave in my hair, your blush on my cheek,
Your tongue shapes the words in my mouth when I speak.
The green in my eyes and the moles on my skin,
The eyebrows that broadcast the mood I am in.
Mirrors reflect what you show them, no more,
So I guess your reflection is what fate has in store.
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