Looking into my own mirror
has never helped me see any clearer.
When I change my perspection
I can always find perfection
folded into our years.

It’s mingled into honest tears
and wrapped in embraces
that soothed fears.

It hangs on the corners
of every smile, and
rides the laughter
stored in my memory file.

So when the days get dark,
let this be our spark,
we can carry on,
adding on,
to the moments of perfection
pressed into the pages
of the story of us.


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