Mathew Sturgeon Poet Rhyme

Through The Mirror

I walk into the bedroom 
As your brushing your hair 
Your beauty in that moment 
Forces me to stop and stare 

You have no makeup on 
And wearing an old shirt of mine 
I can't ever recall a single time
That you have ever look so fine 

You look up and see me 
Watching through the mirror 
Smile appears on your face 
And ask how long I've been there 

You met me halfway across the room 
And threw your arms around me 
And it was in that moment I knew 
This is where I'm supposed to be

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Alison A Smith nee Howarth August 24, 2026 at 5:47 AM This is such a tender, cinematic snapshot of intimacy! You capture that quiet, unguarded beauty perfectly, and the simple ABCB rhyme gives it a warm, natural rhythm that suits the tone beautifully. The final stanza lands with such genuine emotional truth, a lovely dedication indeed.