She

She, me and us.

As I gaze over my reflections on the windowpane,

I wonder if the impression is sincere, honest and sane.

Does the image of beautiful smile adorning her eyes,

Is mirrored from her seeking soul or full of lies?  

 

Her eyes flutter as thoughts surround her mind,

Is she conscious of her deepness or is just blind?

Her smile twitches a little as she thinks of world,

Is she gratuitous, raving or has she been furled?

 

As I go into her phenotypes, I hastily look for a glimpse

Of her thirsty soul and hungry mind, or are they wimps?

Does her lips mirror her curious inner world talks,

Or her nose breathes as heavy as her racy clocks?

 

Is she my soul mate, is she my forever, friend or foe,

Does she hide, cheat or mislead, I fear I’ll never know.

Does she believe in me, my attitude or hoods,

Does she search for me in silence of my woods?

 

Do I see a stranger there, a parallel being of any sort?

I’m baffled by the mystery she offers, a smart sport.

I love her for what she is and even for what she is not,

As I prepare for next thought, I believe she’s all I got.

Author's Note

Is your body reflecting your mind? Do you love yourself? Don't you wonder you can be an image to your mind rather than the unison?