Lost Love Poem

One morning I get up to another new day,
Peering into the mirror I don’t know what to say,
I find someone else staring back at me,
May be that is what my eyes wish to see.
I then questioned the little’ piece of silica,
What is it that serves as a reliable replica?

Is it the silver deposited mirror hung on the wall,
Studded with diamonds amidst inanimate painting?
Or the marble flooring upon which you stride daily,
Refined and polished each day to flicker?
Is it the satin covered misty panes of the window,
Upon which the dew forms almost every frosty morning?
Or is it when one looks intently in the still waters,
Such that it itself does not know of its depth?
Is it the moments you have captured in a snapshot,
Which not only seems but is indeed breathlessly alive?

Ahhh!!! Oh yes, very true for one to deny,
It’s the glance you cast in the eyes of a beloved.
Its crystal clear as any other gem and just as precious,
That’s where you truly reside and the end of your search!!!

In Search Of A Replica...!!! by Prinkie @FamilyFriendPoems

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