He’s become my Mirror Mirror on the Wall.
I was just sitting here cursing and writing away when I heard softly
over my shoulder…
“You are the fairest of them all”
then I felt a little kiss on the back of my puzzled and angry neck
and all the sudden I was Delighted and happy and I just love
that Dearest Man. He is my very Dearest Mirror, Mirror on the wall
That man who only reflects what’s best in me. That’s love.
O.K.; this isn’t me. I’m a little different, 230 pounds of stress and a little huffy and puffy around the edges but you get the idea…this is what he see’s and I’ll kill the 1st person to buy him glasses.