Passion Mirrors
Passion Mirrors
As the dawn of morning breaks,
a sunbeam strikes a glass like lake ,
just as flowers bloom its petals,
thoughts of you create my wake,
Then explore my heart to seek,
where you found that place to hide,
for only you and I have shared that space,
and told no other of that place,
It is here you made me smile,
It is here we forged our love,
while painting walls of colour passion,
where ceiling mirrors told no lies.
Copyright © Michael Bell | Year Posted 2017
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