A Love That Is True

am I made of glass or not I see no reflection am I solid like the rose do I know reflection does my scent cling onto him each time I disappear does my spirit shine like the star's aglow reflection what avenue should I take to get to his garden nook what cupid will join me and my fellow reflection will I be pleasing or brave enough to win his heart will I espy the glass and see his show reflection am I made of glass or not this remains to be seen am I the cognate of his chamber's window reflection forfeit not love for sake of lust, mirror on the wall forfeit me not when I abide in Joe's reflection transparent as pixie dust, but I'm not made of glass transparent as moonlight yes, in my beaus reflection. September 1, 2020